lost by Mrs. Turner, and, as Mary said, it
made her mother ill, so she had had to go to the hospital.

But through the good luck of Rose everything had come out all right, for
Mary felt that the news of the recovery of the money would take the
worry from Mrs. Turner's mind, thus making it easier to regain her
health.

"You found my doll," exclaimed Rose, "and I found your pocketbook! We
are both lucky!"

"Indeed we are," said Mary, smiling, as she took the wallet from Mr.
Bunker. "Oh, but Mother will be happy, now!" went on the girl.

"Mother had been overworking, for we are poor and she had had us two
children to bring up, as my father is dead. She was on her way to see
about going away for a time to get a good rest, now that John and I are
old enough to look out for ourselves, when she lost the purse and the
sixty-five dollars.

"She felt so bad about it, when she couldn't find it, that she was made
ill, and had to be taken to a hospital. We did not tell my brother, as
we did not want to worry him. But I know this good news will make Mother
better.

"I walked all around the streets near where she thought she had lost her
purse, but I couldn't find it."

"Didn't you read the lost and found advertisements?" asked Mr. Bunker.
"We advertised the finding of the pocketbook in the papers."

"No, I was so worried about Mother that I never thought to," was the
answer. "And when I had her taken to the hospital, and found a
boarding-place for myself, and went to work at Nantasket Beach, I
thought there was no use to look. I never expected to get the money
back."

"But you did, and I'm glad I found it," said Rose.

They were all glad. Mr. Bunker took Mary that very night to the hospital
where her mother was, and the good news so cheered Mrs. Turner that the
doctor said she would soon get better, and, after a while, entirely
well. That is what good news sometimes does.

But the good luck of the Turners did not end with the getting back of
the lost pocketbook. Aunt Jo became interested in the little family, and
promised to give Mrs. Turner plenty of work to do at sewing as soon as
she was well. And a better place was found for Mary to work, where she
would not have to take the long trip back and forth from Nantasket
Beach.

So many good things came about just because Rose saw the pocketbook and
picked it up.

And now my story is nearly done. Not that the six little Bunkers did not
have more fun at Aunt Jo's, for t