There were certainly signs of an invasion in the locker rooms, everything tipsy turvy on the floor. Alberdina showed them the ropes that had bound her. With rivers of tears she mentioned her loss of ten dollars.
“And the red clothes?” asked Billie doubtfully.
This had been reserved to the last by the wily-innocent Swiss girl. With cries of sorrow they beheld their underclothing and blouses all tinged a deep pink.
Suddenly Miss Campbell marched up and stood in front of the girl with a very cold steely look in her cerulean eyes.
“Answer me this instant,” she said, “and speak the truth. You boiled those clothes with a red silk handkerchief?”
Alberdina broke down and wept copiously.
“I knew not about dos red,” she exclaimed.
“But when you saw the clothes were turning red, why didn’t you take them off the fire?” asked Billie.
“I did nod see.”
“Not see? And why not, pray?” demanded Miss Campbell.