"Oh, that's all very fine!" continued Miss Day, "but if five pounds
are lost out of your purse, some one has taken them! Some one,
therefore, whether servant or student, is a thief. I am not
narrow-minded or prudish, but I confess I draw the line at thieves."
"So do I," said Maggie in an icy tone; "still, I don't mean to make a
fuss."
"But where was your purse, Maggie, dear?" asked Nancy Banister; "was
it in your pocket?"
"No. I found it last night in my bureau, under some books and papers."
Maggie rose from the table as she spoke. With a swift flash her brown
eyes sought Priscilla's face; she had not meant to look at her, she
did not want to; but a fascination she could not control obliged her
to dart this one glance of inquiry.
Prissie's eyes met hers. Their expression was anxious, puzzled, but
there was not a trace of guilt or confusion in them. "I don't know how
that money could have been taken, Maggie," she said, "for I was in
your room. studying my Greek." Prissie sighed when she mentioned her
Greek. "I was in your room studying Greek all the evening; no one
could have come to take the money."
"It is gone, however," said Maggie. She spoke with new cheerfulness.
The look on Prissie's face, the tone in her voice made Maggie blush at
ever having suspected her.
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