Opal tied an elegant bow, and put out a foot to admire the result.
"I've never seen your books, my good girl," she yawned. "What are you setting on me for?"
"You have! You took it out of my desk and put it in the pound on purpose. I know you did!"
"I didn't!"
"What a whopper!"
"Look here, just stop talking!"
"I shan't! I'll say what I think. We used to play 'rags' at Whinburn High, but when one girl started that rag of hiding books we all 'booed' her out of our secret society as a sneak."
"How clever of you!" sneered Opal. "What you did at your precious high school is nothing to me, I'm sure."
"Well, my Julius Cæsar is at any rate. You took it away, and it's you who've got to put the penny in the missionary box for it."
"Don't count on me to pay your fines for you; I'm always stony broke," laughed Opal, as she put on her coat.