“Oh, is she here?” asked Betty brightening.
“Yes. Say, Betty, did you see Jakey Bechstein take some of your papers off your desk at the test?”
“No; did he?”
“Yes, while you were sharpening your pencils. The boys were having fun behind Miss Masterson’s back when she was pulling down one window and putting up another for ventilation, though she didn’t know I suppose that they’re not supposed to do that with the system they’ve got here. They were pretendin’ to look at each other’s papers and grab a few off the desks and Jakey grabbed yours. But he kept them a while, and I saw him sneak them back just before you started for your seat.”
“I didn’t notice. But Jakey knows as much about Latin as I do. What would be the point?”
“Keeping you from getting ahead of him,” said Sally, taking a large bite of the apple and being obliged to catch some of the juice in her handkerchief. “Jakey’s not studying so much, I reckon, since he started basketball.”
Betty listened soberly and remembered the remark Jakey had made about not studying for the test. Could it be that he had copied anything from her paper?
It was worth while staying from lunch and sharing with Sally to hear this. Yet could she use the information to help herself out?
“If anything should come up about Jakey, Sally, or anybody, would you be willing to tell Miss Heath what you saw?”
“I sure would. I guess the teacher kept you and Peggy about something like that yesterday, didn’t she? I saw her look at Peggy when I heard Peggy snap off the kid that snatched at her paper.”