"Lost," I say, briefly.
"Both lost?" she asks, looking at my friend.
"Both," I answer.
"How?"
I astonish myself by the readiness of my answer.
"I fell down a snow slope and they came out of my pocket."
"And exactly the same thing happened to both of you?"
"No. He'd given me his to put with my own." She raised her eyebrows. "His pocket is defective," I add, a little hastily.