The school was so taken up with the stern business on hand, that such delights as coon concerts and theatricals were quite in the background. On Thursday afternoon, however, Veronica sought out Raymonde.
“I want your money for the Blinded Soldiers’ Fund,” she said. “I’ve given in ours, and so have the juniors. Miss Beasley says when she has it all she’ll write a cheque for the amount, and send it to the secretary.”
“But Miss Beasley has our money already,” objected Raymonde. “Don’t you remember? She said she wanted some change, and you came and asked me for it.” 272
“So I did, and brought you back notes instead.”
Raymonde shook her head.
“You certainly didn’t.”
“What nonsense, Ray! You know I brought them,” protested Veronica indignantly. “You were practising, and I said: ‘Don’t stop, I’ll put them inside your drawer.’ Hermie was with me at the time.”
A conscious look spread over Raymonde’s face. She blushed hotly.
“Was it last Friday?” she asked quickly.
“Of course it was Friday. The notes must be in your drawer. Have you the key? Then come along, and we’ll go and find them.”