She went to the telephone and called the bank When she asked for
Mr. Day. She could almost see him taking the receiver from the
hook when the bell on his telephone rang.

"Yes?" Daddy's voice sounded clearly and courteously over the
wire. "This is Day."

"Often when he said this over the telephone Janice would respond,
giggling: "And this is Knight--Street! Number eight-forty-five."

But she did not feel at all like joking on this occasion. All in
a rush she told him of the tragic happening.

"And I don't know what to do, Daddy," was the way in which she
ended her story.

Even over the telephone the girl realized that her father was
more startled than she expected him to be, His voice did not
sound at all natural as he asked:

"Do you mean to tell me that everything that was in that box is
lost, Janice? Everything?"

"Oh, Daddy!" choked the girl, "I put everything back before I
closed the box--mamma's picture, and her diary, and all."

"There were other things--"

"Oh, yes! The jewelry and the photographs," said Janice.