“Then if she’s a——” began Betty.
“Kleptomaniac,” supplied Jean.
“She isn’t exactly a thief, is she?”
“No, I suppose not,” said Jean doubtfully.
“But she isn’t a very safe person to have around,” said Eleanor.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Betty, who had only been awaiting a favorable opening to make her suggestion. “It’s too big a question for us to try to settle, isn’t it, girls? Let’s go and tell Miss Ferris all that we’ve found out so far, and leave the whole matter in her hands.”
Then Jean justified the confidence that Betty had shown in her. “You couldn’t do anything better,” she said, rising to leave.
“I wish I’d known her well enough to talk things over with her,—not public things like this, I mean, but private ones. Betty, here’s a note that Christy Mason asked me to give you. That’s what I came in for, originally. Of course this affair of Miss Harrison is yours, not mine, and I shan’t mention it again, unless Miss Ferris decides to make it public, as I don’t believe she will. By the way, I wonder if you know that Miss Harrison can’t graduate with us.”
“You mean that she has been caught stealing before?” asked Eleanor.
“Oh, no, but she couldn’t make up the French that she flunked at midyears, and she must be behind in other subjects, too. I heard rumors about her having been dropped, and last week I saw the proof of our commencement program. Her name isn’t on the diploma list.”