"
"Oh, what in the world is all this? I haven't got your sheet. Pray let me
pass; I'm in a hurry."
"I can't let you pass until the sheet is found."
"You'll find it upstairs under the bed. It's got mislaid. I'm in a hurry."
"Call in the police," shouted the idiot boy.
"You'd better come upstairs and help me to find the sheet," said Esther.
The woman hesitated a moment, and then walked up in front of Esther. When
they were in the bedroom she shook out her petticoats, and the sheet fell
on the floor.
"There, now," said Esther, "a nice botheration you'd 've got me into. I
should've had to pay for it."
"Oh, I could pay for it; it was only because I'm not very well off at
present."
"Yes, you _will_ pay for it if you don't take care," said Esther.
It was very soon after that Esther had her mother's books stolen from her.
They had not been doing much business, and she had been put to sleep in
one of the bedrooms. The room was suddenly wanted, and she had no time to
move all her things, and when she went to make up the room she found that
her mother's books and a pair of jet earrings that Fred had given her had
been stolen. She could do nothing; the couple who had occupied the room
were far away by this time. There was no hope of ever recovering her books
and earrings, and the loss of these things caused her a great deal of
unhappiness.
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