"Yes," they answered.
"Perhaps it got out through the servants," suggested Jessica.
"It certainly is rather an underhanded business," cried Grace, "for whoever did this not only must have bribed one of Mrs. Gray's servants, but also must have some way or other raked up Anne's secret. It was evidently some one who had a grudge against you, poor dear," she added, patting Anne on the cheek.
"Girls!" exclaimed Jessica, who all this time had been looking the doll over carefully, "where have you seen this material before?" She pointed at the fancy red waistcoat the doll was wearing.
"It has a familiar look," answered Nora.
"It looks to me very much like a red velveteen suit I saw somewhere once upon a time," observed Grace.
"You did see it, Grace. But it was—how long ago? Two or more years, wasn't it?"
"I know," cried Nora. "Miriam Nesbit's!"
"Sh-h-h!" warned Grace. "Remember David. He's just across the hall."
"And he must never know," added Anne, "not if she sent me a dozen dolls."