Belle.
"'Your affectionate sister, Belle!'" Great, bright tears filled Margaret's eyes as they fell upon the words.
"How could I let those dreadful Grosgrains hurt me so," she asked herself, "when I have such friends? Oh, Belle, how I do admire and love you! But what is this about my pet? Mabel dishonorable? That little white lamb! I'm sure she isn't!"
She handed the letter to Mrs. Grey, and stood leaning over her as she read it.
"Isn't it just lovely in B.—Mrs. Heath—to write me such a letter, and call herself my sister?"
"It is just like her," said Mrs. Grey, "and it is worth having, because it cost her something. Now it is different with Laura. Laura takes everything easy."
"But what a curious question about Mabel!"
"Oh, that is on account of the bit of sugar the child took from the nursery-closet."
"When?"
"On the day you exhibited the children so prettily."