“He was so reassuring that I went away smiling at my fears, and promising to be round bright and early, as soon, the official suggested—­the morrow being Sunday—­as soon as the men and horses had had their baked beans.

“Still, after dinner, I had a lurking anxiety, which I turned into a friendly impulse to go and call on Mrs. Filbert, whom I really owed a bread-and-butter visit, and who, I knew, would not mind my coming in the evening.  The general, she said, had been telling her of our pleasant chat in the car, and would be glad to smoke his after-dinner cigar with me, and why wouldn’t I come into the library?

“We were so very jolly together, all three, that I made light of my misadventure about the picture.  The general inquired about the flowers first.  He remembered the flowers perfectly, and hoped they were acceptable; he thought he remembered the picture, too, now I mentioned it; but he would not have noticed it so much, there by my side, with my hand on it.  I would be sure to get it.  He gave several instances, personal to him and his friends, of recoveries of lost articles; it was really astonishing how careful the horse-car people were, especially on the Back Bay line.  I would find my picture all right at the Westchester Park station in the morning; never fear.

“I feared so little that I slept well, and even overslept; and I went to get my picture quite confidently, and I could hardly believe it had not been turned in yet, though the station-master told me so.  The substitute conductor had not seen it, but more than likely it was at the stables, where the cleaners would have found it in the car and turned it in.  He was as robustly cheerful about it as ever, and offered to send an inquiry by the next car; but I said, Why shouldn’t I go myself; and he said that was a good idea.  So I went, and it was well I did, for my picture was not there, and I had saved time by going.  It was not there, but the head man said I need not worry a mite about it; I was certain to get it sooner or later; it would be turned in, to a dead certainty.  We became rather confidential, and I went so far as to explain about wanting to make my inquiries very quietly on Blakey’s account:  he would be annoyed if he heard of its loss, and it might react unfavorably on his health.

“The head man said that was so; and he would tell me what I wanted to do:  I wanted to go to the Company’s General Offices in Milk Street, and tell them about it.  That was where everything went as a last resort, and he would bet any money that I would see my picture there the first thing I got inside the door.  I thanked him with the fervor I thought he merited, and said I would go at once.

“‘Well,’ he said, ’you don’t want to go to-day, you know.  The offices are not open Sunday.  And to-morrow’s a holiday.  But you’re all right.  You’ll find your picture there, don’t you have any doubts about it.’