In the midst of the conversation, Beverly paused. She had suddenly remembered Petty’s note.
“What’s the matter?” asked Sally.
“I’ve forgotten something,” she answered, scrambling from her chair and crossing to her desk for her history. She would take the note back to Petty. It was utter nonsense of course, but it was Petty’s and if she was pleased with such nonsense, she was welcome to it. She looked hurriedly through the book. The note was not in it. Where could she have dropped it? No, she had not dropped it, of that she was certain. She had taken pains to keep the book tightly closed. She meant to have given the note to Petty directly after luncheon. How provoking! Maybe Petty had seen her catch it up and had come for it herself. She would go and ask her. As she turned to make her intention known to the others there was a snap overhead. The heat had burned Aileen’s string before the fudge had begun to boil and pail and contents descended upon the study table with a rattle and splash, the hot mass scattering in every direction.
For the ensuing half hour the three girls had their hands full and Petty, notes, history examination and all minor affairs were forgotten.
CHAPTER XIV
COMPLICATIONS
But Petty had not taken the note from Beverly’s history. It had been removed by quite a different person. In fact about the last one either Beverly or Petty would have dreamed of.
But of this a little later.