"I have got it--I have got it all!" cried Vjera, as she came up with Schmidt on the pavement.

His quick eye caught sight of the parcel, only half hidden by her shawl.
"But you have brought the hair away with you," he said, in some anxiety, and fearing a mistake or some new trouble.
"Yes," she answered.

"That is the best of it." Her tears had disappeared as suddenly as they had come, and she could now hardly restrain the nervous laughter that rose to her lips.
"But how is that ?" asked Schmidt, stopping.
"I gave them my own," she laughed, hysterically.

"I gave them my own--instead.

Quick, quick--there is no time to lose.