had been struggling with her box, which opened hard. "Are you sure you left them in your boxes?"
"Certain sure," replied Mabel, "I saw it this morning."
"So did I see mine," asserted Marjory. "After I'd shown it to Aunty Jane I brought it back to put in my treasure-box."
"Laura," asked Jean, "was Marjory's handkerchief in her box when you looked in it this morning? I heard the cover make that funny little clicking noise that it always makes and just a minute after you came out of her room."
"I—I don't know," stammered Laura. "I didn't see it—I never touched her old box. If you say I did, I'll go right home and tell my mother you called me a thief. I'm going now, anyway."
The girls were in the dining-room just outside of the back bedroom door. As Laura was brushing past Jean, the opening
