"I would rather do that than have her any longer in your power," said Star.
As she spoke she bent her little head and looked into the purse. Her curly hair fell forward over her eyes; she pushed it back impatiently.
"It is dark," she said, "but I ought to see it. I don't see it. Where can it be?"
Susan had partly turned away.
"Where is what?" she asked, and she returned again to her post close to Star's side.
"Why, the bill—the bill from Dawson's. I put it into this division last night. Where is it?"
"How can I say?" replied Susan. "I don't keep your purse. I saw you put it in and have neither seen it nor heard of it since."
Star's face turned very white. She looked full at Christian.
"Do you know, Christian?" she said.