"Let's carry our new handkerchiefs," suggested Jean, going to her treasure box. "I believe I'll take mine home with me—I dreamed last night that the cottage was on fire and that mine got burned. Besides, I'll have to get dressed at home for the party and it would be handier to have it there."
"Guess I will, too," said Bettie.
"Great idea," said Marjory, taking her own box from its shelf. "I never should have thought of anything so bright. Let's all write to Miss Blossom and tell her that we carried our—Why! mine isn't in my box!"
"Neither is mine," cried Mabel, who had turned quite pale at the discovery. "It was there this morning—girls, did any of you touch our handkerchiefs?"
"Of course we didn't," said Jean. "See, here's mine with 'J' on it and there's no others in my box."
"Of course not," echoed Laura.
"Mine's here, all right," said Bettie, who
