“I don’t care anything about that!” cried the enraged girl. “You knew she was the one who stole my bag——”
“Stole your bag?” repeated Bess, her own wrath rising. “She didn’t!”
“She did!”
“Nan Sherwood would not do such a thing. It was all a mistake, Linda, and you know it. She didn’t have to steal your bag! She has one of her own quite as good——”
“And where did she get it?” sneered the railroad magnate’s daughter, her face deeply flushed and her eyes fairly aflame.
“She bought it,” declared Bess.
“Yes—she—did!” sneered Linda.
“She did! she did! I was with her yesterday when she bought it! So there!”
“And who are you?” responded the enraged girl. “I don’t know why I should believe you any more than that other one. You couldn’t pay for your lunch just now, and I had to pay for you——”
“Oh!” gasped Bess, now quite in tears. “I paid you back—you horrid girl!”