l know where to bring it back. Probably
that is what this is."

"No, it doesn't seem to be," said Mr. Bunker. "This appears to be part
of a letter. Of course it isn't nice to read letters that are for other
people, but as we are trying to find out to whom this money and
pocketbook belong it will be all right. I'll read this."

He took out a folded paper from a compartment in the pocketbook next to
where the money had been, and began to read. He read it aloud. It said:

"DEAR MOTHER: I am so glad you have the sixty-five
dollars, for then you will not have to work so
hard, and can take a little rest. It was so good
of Uncle Jack to send it to you. I feel so much
better now that you have this money. You will not
have to worry so much. I am working hard myself,
but I like it, and I will save all I can and send
all I can spare to you. Take good care of the
money and don't lose it, for you may never have as
much again. I am very lonesome and wish I could
see you, but I know the rest will do you good.
With lots of love."

"Is that all?" asked Mrs. Bunker, as her husband stopped reading.

"That is all," he said.

"Isn't there any name or address to that little letter?" Aunt Jo wanted
to know.

"No, nothing like that," answered her brother. "The only name in it is
'Uncle Jack,' and that might mean anybody. There must have been a name
signed to the letter, but it has been torn off. You can see where the
paper has been torn across. I don't see how we can find who owns the
money from this letter."

"Maybe there is something else in the pocketbook," said Russ.

Mr. Bunker looked, and did find a Chinese coin with a square hole in it.
There was only the letter, addressed to "Dear Mother," and the
sixty-five dollars, and the Chinese coin.

"We'll have to put an advertisement in the paper, saying we have found a
pocketbook," said Mr. Bunker. "Whoever has lost it will see the
advertisement and call here. And we must look in the 'lost and found'
advertisements in the paper to-night."

"Yes, we'll do that," said Aunt Jo. "The poor woman must be very sad
over her loss. She will be very glad to get it back, and----"

Just then the telephone in Aunt Jo's house gave a loud ring.

"Oh," cried Rose. "Maybe that's some one now to ask about the pocketbook
I found. Oh, maybe it is!"

CHAPTER VIII

RUSS M