"If you say that I—that word—again, Amelia Harvey," she said slowly, "I will strike you."
"Why, Anne Lewis!" exclaimed the shocked voice of Miss Morris who was sitting at her desk, correcting exercises. "What a wicked speech!"
Anne was unrepentant. "She shall not say—that," she said. "She is wicked to tell such a falsehood."
"I want my money," persisted Amelia.
"How much money did you have in your purse, Amelia?" asked Miss Morris. "Think now. Be sure."
"I had two two-franc pieces," insisted Amelia, "and one is gone."
"You had two yeth'day," lisped Elsie Hart, who had just come in. "And you bought a boxth of chocolath."
Amelia reddened. "I—I'd forgot," she muttered.
"Forgot! Amelia! You spent your money and then accused your schoolmate of taking it!" Miss Morris exclaimed indignantly. "You are a careless, careless, bad, bad girl. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You must beg Anne to forgive you."
"I'll not forgive her, not if she asks me a thousand years," stormed Anne.