"You see, it's gone!" the other girl insisted, eyeing Betty Davis furiously. "You'll never find it because she is wearing it."
As Penny's broom brushed past a dark corner of the room, there was a little metallic click. She stooped down and picked up a ring. Although it was similar in appearance to the one which Betty wore, the resemblance was not close.
"Is this yours?" she inquired, offering it to the owner of the locker.
"Yes, it is," the girl admitted. "I don't know how it came to be on the floor."
"It was there because you dropped it," the matron said sternly. "Next time be more careful about accusing persons."
Penny and Susan turned to go to their own lockers, but before they could leave, Betty came toward them timidly.
"Thank you so much," she said in a low tone. "I owe you a great deal."
"Not at all," Penny returned, a trifle stiffly.
"I feel ashamed of the way I have acted lately," the girl went on hurriedly, avoiding Penny's penetrating gaze. "I've been so upset about everything. I wish I could explain—but I can't."
"I think perhaps I understand."