"I think we'd better go home!" she gasped.
Virginia alone remained cool.
"Don't be foolish," she said.
"Wait a bit! Wait a bit!" cried Jimmie; picking up the pieces and putting them together. "Look here. How's that for luck? They fit perfectly. No one will know the difference." Replacing the mended vase where he had found it, he added: "We'll leave it just like that and he'll think the Jap did it."
"Fine!" cried Fanny thoughtlessly, grasping at any excuse which promised to exonerate them.
But Virginia would not permit it.
"We'll do nothing of the kind," she exclaimed indignantly.
"If we don't, he'll think we've done it," said Jimmie apprehensively.
The girl gave him a look that made him quail.
"He's not only got to think it," she said severely—"he has got to know it."