"I haven't got any pocket." Wollaston was so bewildered that the possession of pockets seemed instantly to restore his self-respect.

He felt decidedly more at his ease when he had Maria's ticket-book in his innermost pocket.

Then she gave him her purse also.
"I wish you would please take this," said she.

"There are ten dollars in it, and I haven't any pocket." Wollaston took that.
"All right," he said.

He buttoned his gray vest securely over Maria's pretty little red purse.