"Why, nonsense, Stephie; it can't be gone! It was there all right last night."
"It's not there now. Ulyth's has been put in its place, and mine's vanished. Come and see."
There was an instant stampede for the studio.
"It's probably on the bench," said Doris. "Some people are such bad lookers. I expect we shall find it directly."
"You can't find a thing that isn't there," retorted Stephanie with warmth.
Doris considered herself an excellent looker, and, in company with a dozen others, she searched the studio. Willing hands turned everything over, hunted under tables, on shelves, and among shavings, but not a sign of the pendant could they find.
"Are you sure this one isn't yours?" asked Ruth, coming back to the exhibits.
"Certain! I know my own work. This is Ulyth's; and there's the mistake she made that disqualified it."
"Yours was put back last night?"
"I saw it safe myself, after Rona'd been juggling with it. Where is Rona? I believe she's at the bottom of this."