“No,” said Betty, “I haven’t found it, and now I’m almost sure I shan’t, because Nita’s lost hers.”
“What has Nita lost?” asked Madeline from her nest of pillows. It was the evening after the play, and the Belden House felt justified in taking life easily. “She lost her head last night,” chuckled Madeline, without waiting for Betty’s answer. “Did you hear her imploring the organ-man in her most classic English not to let me take the monkey out in front to show to the President? As if I really would!”
“You’ve done just as crazy things in your time, dear,” retorted Katherine Kittredge, who had come over to borrow one of Betty’s notebooks and had found the atmosphere of elegant leisure that pervaded the room irresistible.
“Do you really think so?” asked Madeline amiably. “Well, before we go into that I want to know what else Nita has lost.”
“Why, a pin,” explained Betty,—“that lovely one with the amethyst in the centre and the ring of little pearls in a quaint old setting. It used to be her great-grandmother’s. Mine wasn’t much to lose, and I felt sure until to-day that it would turn up, but it hasn’t, and now I’m afraid it was really stolen.”
“Have you looked all through that?” asked Madeline, pointing to the miscellaneous assortment of books, papers, dance-cards and bric-a-brac that littered Betty’s small desk to the point of positive inundation.
Betty assented with dignity. “And I haven’t had time since to put it back in the pigeon-holes. When Nita told me about her pin, I got worried about mine—mother gave it to me and I couldn’t bear to lose it for good—so I went through my desk and all my drawers and it was sweeping-day, so I asked Belden House Annie to look too. It’s not here.”
“Is Nita sure hers was stolen?” asked Katherine.
Betty nodded. “As sure as she can be without actually seeing it taken. She left it on her cushion yesterday when she came down to luncheon, and when she got back from physics lab, it was gone.”
“What a shame!” said Madeline. “She ought to tell Mrs. Kent right away. I should strongly suspect the new table-girl.”