“Heard the latest, girls?”
“Don’t know. What is the latest?” asked Bess. “Nan’s got a yarn to tell that almost passes human belief. She seems to have interviewed a ghost and got her feet wet at the same time.”
“That’s nothing,” declared Laura. “Linda’s lost that beautiful necklace.”
“Goodness! you don’t mean it?” gasped Bess.
“The poor girl!” exclaimed Nan, with sympathy. “How did it happen?”
“The deponent knoweth not,” said Laura, tightly. “It’s a big loss—bigger than that awful maxim Miss Craven used to teach all us girls: ‘Lost! Somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever!’”
“How ridiculous!” chuckled Bess.
“It is no laughing matter, girls,” said Nan, with gravity.
“What isn’t; the maxim?” cried Bess.
“No. Linda’s loss.”