"All the jewelry I owned," said Janice, with rather a rueful smile. "But more than that. Mother's miniature —and other things. At least, we suppose that Olga took the box when she left us so hurriedly."
"Olga!" exclaimed Stella. "Fancy! You don't mean that was her name?"
"Yes, 'Olga' she was called," Janice said wonderingly.
"That's the name Of this girl that broke the dish."
"Why, how funny!" exclaimed Amy
.
"That's not funny," rejoined Janice seriously. "Is she named
Olga Cedarstrom?"
"Goodness! I don't know her last name. She comes from one of our tenant houses. It's far away. Mother sent her home with a flea in her ear, now I tell you, after she had broken that dish."
Janice was disturbed. "I wish you knew her last name. What sort of looking girl is she? Are you sure she has already left the house?"
"Come on!" cried Amy, jumping up. "Let's run around there and see. Take us to the kitchen door, Stella."
"Well, yes. We can look. But I guess she has gone," said the farmer's daughter.
They had been sitting on the front porch. Stella led them quickly around to the rear of the big house.