Susan looked at her now in some astonishment. This was a course of proceeding that she had not expected.
"I have another thing to talk of," continued Star. "You, Maud Thompson, went to church to-day, and you knocked down a prayer-book on purpose. I saw you take it and fling it on the floor, and then you gave a note to a girl—a showy-looking, black-eyed girl—who sat in the seat before you. You did it, because I saw you."
"I did not do it," said Maud.
"All right, then; I shall go and speak to the girl herself."
"Star!"
There was an amazed cry from both girls.
"I shall go and speak to the girl herself," repeated Star.
"You can't," said Maud, with a laugh, which in spite of herself was extremely nervous, "for you don't know her name."
"I shall find it out. I am going to her now; don't keep me."
Star brushed past the two and left the room. She was carried along on a wave of keen excitement. It did not matter to her any longer what anybody thought of her conduct. Susan, left behind, looked wildly at Maud for a minute.