Ernie took it up incredulously,—and was instantly conscious of a faint scent of musk.
She turned to Mary Hobart, who was just about to resume her seat, having finished her work at the board, and fairly hissed:—
“Smell of Lulu, Mary. Smell her! quick!!!”
Mary looked at Ernie in bewilderment. “I don’t want to,” she whispered back. “Why should I, I’d like to know?”
“Go on,” commanded Ernie, too excited to explain. “Smell her! You must!”
So Mary, with a puzzled and somewhat resentful air, inclined her head stiffly toward Lulu Jennings and began to sniff.
“Well?” questioned Ernie, with dilating eyes.
“Well,” returned Mary, crossly; “she smells of cheap perfume, as usual. It’s musk to-day. I hope you’re satisfied.”
“Yes,” returned Ernie, quietly. “And so, I haven’t a doubt, is Lulu. She has copied my problems! I’ll tell you after school.”
Certainly the evidence seemed conclusive enough, and Mary added still other links to the chain.