"Well, please don't say or think anything more about the matter. Sorry to have taken you from your studying. Did you have a pleasant vacation?"
"Yes; I went home with Ethel. Come up and see us when you can stay longer. Good night."
Jean hastened down the corridor and up the stairs and along fourth floor until she came to Marjorie Remington's room. She hesitated a moment at the door and then hearing no voices she knocked. Marjorie appeared and looked a little surprised to see Jean back so soon, but she motioned her to a comfortable rocker and offered her a plate of fudge which looked as if it had just been made. Jean refused the chair and the candy and stood perfectly still in the center of the room, without saying a word. Marjorie, to relieve the situation, said, "I'm glad you've come back, Jean. Can't you sit down and talk to me? I'm awfully lonesome to-night."
"No; I can only stay a moment, Marjorie. I came in to tell you that I've found my coral beads and to ask you why you put them in Elizabeth's desk."
"Why, Jean, what do you mean? What have I got to do with your coral beads? I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Well, if you will not answer my first question, will you tell me who told you I had lost my beads?"
"I did tell you it was a little bird," answered Marjorie, laughingly.
"This is no time for joking, Marjorie. I ask you once more to explain it to me."