"Never mind, it is an old one." "I will bring you another to replace it.

What is the color?
Brown.

I won't forget.

Hold the relics a minute, Barbara." He put the pieces in her hand, and taking out a note case, made a note in pencil.
"What's that for ?" she inquired.
He held it close to her eyes, that she might discern what he had written: "Brown parasol.

B.H." "A reminder for me, Barbara, in case I forget." Barbara's eyes detected another item or two already entered in the note case: "piano," "plate." "I jot down the things as they occur to me, that I must get in London," he explained.