"There's Parker's name on the label," agreed Gwen despondently.
"Yes, and if you think—"
"Look here, I've got an idea," interrupted Netta. "You said the box only arrived about five minutes ago, so Miss Roscoe can't possibly know that it's come yet. If we could get it taken back to the shop and ask Parker's to send some more, and we pay for it, she need never know."
"A pretty idea!" snorted Emma.
"Oh, it would be grand!" exclaimed Gwen, grasping at any way out of the dreadful predicament.
"You'll help us, Emma, won't you?" entreated Netta.
"Not I! It's none of my business."
"But suppose it were worth your while? Wouldn't half a crown buy you something nice?"
"Nothing I'd care for."
"Five shillings, then?"