"Some one has sent me mater-rial—stoff—which I cannot buy. It is an insult." The señorita grew more and more excited.
"But it was not I, Miss Garcia," said Miss Helen.
"It was then Mrs. Corner?"
"I am sure it was not. She is aware of your wishes and would not have done this."
"Then who? Who? I beg your pardon, Señorita Helen. I am sorree. I should not have suspected and charged you."
"Oh, never mind, so long as I am not the guilty one," said Miss Helen smiling. "How did it come?"
"I know not. I found it upon the table addressed in a strange writing, no card, no name of shop, no anything."
"Then it is a mystery. I don't see anything for you to do but to keep it. You can't send it back when you don't know where it came from."
"I cannot, but I will find the giver and I will spur-r-n it!"
Miss Helen smiled, though the señorita did not see. Her pride was so touched that she could not understand that any one should think her heroics a little exaggerated. "It could not be Mrs. R-R-ob-erts," she presently rolled out. "She would not dar-r-e."