"What is it you have lost?" she asked.
"Don't you know?" cried the old woman, impatiently. "Mercy me! how many
times shall I tell you? My buzzom pin; it was took of Pa when he was a
young man and awful handsome, and I didn't want to leave it in the room
when we went out, cause somebody might get in, and they'd be sure to
want it, so I pinned it on my nightcap strings and it's gone, and I
a-gallivanting round on them rocks, a-looking at the sunrise, and I can
see that to home all I want to. I must have been crazy."
"Oh, I see; and you want me to go out and help you look for it," said
Polly, her brow clearing.
"Of course," assented the old woman, impatiently. "Land, your
intellects ain't as bright as your eyes. My sakes!--how many times do
you expect me to tell you? I've been a-looking and a-peeking
everywhere, but my eyes are old, and I don't dare to tell any one to
help me, for like enough they'd pick it up when I warn't seein', and
slip Pa in their pocket, and I never'd see him again."
Polly, feeling, if Pa were slipped in a pocket and carried off, it
would be a calamity indeed, said heartily, "I'll get my jacket and cap
and come right out."
"She looks honest; I guess I hain't done no harm to tell her about our
buzzom pin," said the old woman to herself as Polly disappeared. Mamsie
being asleep, Polly could say nothing to her, but feeling that she
would allow it if she knew, she threw on her things and ran out to meet
the old woman, with a shawl tied over her nightcap and a big long cape
on.
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