She looked eagerly next morning when Miss Farrar produced the tray, but her penknife was not among the lost property. She made a few enquiries in the class, but nobody professed to have seen it, and she was obliged to abandon it as hopelessly gone.
It must have been quite a week after this that one evening, when the St. Chad's girls were sitting in the recreation room, Flossie pulled her handkerchief from her pocket, and in so doing whisked out a pearl-handled penknife. She stooped in a hurry to recover it, but it had fallen under a little table, close to where Pauline Reynolds was sitting, and the latter picked it up instead.
"Hello! This is Janie Henderson's knife," exclaimed Pauline. "Look here, Janie! Isn't this the one you lost?"
"Of course it is," affirmed Janie. "I can tell it by the small blade. There's a tiny piece broken off at the end."
"Where did you get it, Flossie?" enquired
"I found it when I was warden," replied Flossie. "How should I know it was Janie's?"
"You might have asked whose it was," said Maisie. "You've no right to pocket things when you're warden!"
"I wrote a 'Found' notice about it," declared Flossie.
"I never saw any notice," put in Janie.