Everything seemed all mixed up.
Annie Halliway's Mother never stopped talking a single second.
"Oh, my Pet!" she cried. "My Precious. My Treasure!"
With one foot on the carriage step the Special Man from New York turned
round and looked at Old Man Smith. He smiled a funny little smile.
"Seek--and ye shall find!" he said. "That is--if you only know _How_ and
_Where_ to seek."
Old Man Smith began to chuckle in his beard.
"Yes, I admit that's quite a help," he said, "the knowing _How_ and
_Where!_--But before you set out seekin' very hard for anything that's
lost it's a pretty good idea to find out first just exactly what it is
that you're seekin' for!--When a young lady's lost her _mind,_ for
instance, that's one thing!--But if it's her _heart_ that's lost, why,
that, of course, is quite another!"
Annie Halliway's face wasn't white any more. It was as red as roses. She
had it in her Mother's shoulder.
The horses began to prance. The carriage began to creak.
Annie Halliway's Mother looked all around.
"Oh, dear--oh, dear--oh, dear, Mr.--Mr. Smith," she said. "How shall I
ever repay you?"
Old Man Smith reached out his hand across the fence. There was sort of a
twinkle in his eye.
"One dollar, please," said Old Man Smith.