“You’re a schoolgirl?”
“Yes. A junior at Riverside High School.”
“Never heard of it,” returned Miss Weinberger, abruptly and scornfully.
“I’m afraid it’s not famous—like Yale or Harvard,” remarked Mary Louise, with a sly smile.
Miss Weinberger went on talking to the others in her complaining, whining tone. Mary Louise disliked her intensely, but she didn’t believe she would ever steal anything.
“What time is it?” demanded Miss Stoddard sharply.
“I don’t know. My watch was stolen, you know,” replied Mrs. Weinberger, looking accusingly at Mrs. Hilliard, as if it were her fault.
“You never heard anything about those watches, did you?” inquired Miss Stoddard.
“No,” replied the manager, keeping her eyes away from Mary Louise. “There was a night watchman that night, but he said he didn’t see any burglar or hear any disturbance.”
“The night watchman couldn’t watch four watches,” Mary Louise remarked facetiously.