"I'd given it up for lost." "It got left at the bottom of the bag, and she never noticed it till last night.

And what do you think, Master Fisher! there was _this_ in the breast pocket." And she handed him a little brown paper parcel.
Fisher major snatched at it with an ejaculation more like horror than anything else, and tore the paper open.
Four sovereigns and some silver dropped on to the table.
"Why," gasped he, "that's it! I remember now.

I got it on the field just before the Rendlesham match, and stuck it in that pocket, and it went clean out of my head.

Oh, my word, what _have_ I done?
What an awful mess I've made!" Not even Fisher minor stayed to dispute this statement, but hurried off with the great news to the shop committee next door..