So if you ever saw him, you could tell me." "Oh, no, I can't," Janet said.

"When I saw him he was in a carriage." "What a pity!" said the old woman.

"But haven't you a portrait of him anywhere ?" "No, I'm sure we haven't," said Janet.

"Perhaps we ought to have! It would be more loyal, wouldn't it ?" "Never mind," said the old woman; "only it would put my mind at rest." And then suddenly she began to laugh.

"Why," she said, "how silly we are! Of course you've got portraits of him--lashin's of them, darlin'." "Where ?" Janet exclaimed.
"In your purse," said the old woman.