Nobody noticed the exclamation, however, but Mary, and, with swift intuition, she guessed what the something blue had suggested to the maid of honor.
It was that bit of turquoise that caused the only scramble in the preparations, for Lloyd could not remember where she had put it.
"I was suah I dropped it into one of the boxes in my top bureau drawer," she said to herself on the way up-stairs.

Then, with her finger on her lip, she stopped on the threshold of the sewing-room to consider.

She remembered that when she gave up her room to the guests, all the boxes had been taken out of that drawer.

Some of them had been put in the sewing-room closet, and some carried to a room at the end of the back hall, where trunks and hampers were stored.
Now, while Betty was down-stairs, helping with a few last details, Lloyd took advantage of her absence to search all the boxes in the closet and drawers of the sewing-room, but the missing turquoise was not in any of them.
"I know I ought to be taking a beauty sleep," she thought, "so I'll be all fresh and fine for the evening, but I must find it, for I promised Phil I'd wear it." In the general shifting of furniture to accommodate so many guests, several articles had found their way back among the trunks.

Among them was an old rocking-chair.