"Let me get my book, Anne, and you go over all the lesson, won't you?"
pleaded Amelia. "I used to know my lessons when you did that. And Miss
Morris says if I don't do better she is going to drop me out of class
and give me review work in recreation hour. Please, Anne."
"I don't care if I do," responded Anne. She was lonely enough to feel
that she would even enjoy studying a history lesson with stupid Amelia.
"I'll leave my box here." Amelia started off, but came back a moment
later. "I forgot I left my purse in my box," she said. She opened the
purse and counted the money. "I had another two-franc piece," she said,
with a sharp look at Anne. Anne glanced from the dominoes that she was
drawing up in line of battle on the table.
"Did you?" she asked unconcernedly.
Her indifference provoked Amelia. "Yes, I did," she asserted. "I had two
two-franc pieces in my purse. One of them's gone. Did you take it, Anne
Lewis?"
"Take it?" Anne repeated. Was Amelia really suspecting--accusing her of
taking the money? That was impossible!
"Yes, take it," cried Amelia, flushed and angry. "You stole those jewels
and money from no one knows who. Now you've stolen my money.
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