First, handkerchief; secondly, bunch of keys; thirdly, cigar-case; fourthly, pocketbook.

Of course I wasn't such a fool as to expect to find the letter there, but I opened the pocketbook with a certain curiosity, notwithstanding.
Nothing in the two pockets of the book but some old advertisements cut out of newspapers, a lock of hair tied round with a dirty bit of ribbon, a circular letter about a loan society, and some copies of verses not likely to suit any company that was not of an extremely free-and-easy description.

On the leaves of the pocketbook, people's addresses scrawled in pencil, and bets jotted down in red ink.

On one leaf, by itself, this queer inscription: "MEM.

5 ALONG.