martha. I haven't!
laura. Then where is it?
martha. I don't know any more than Julia knows.
laura. Then one of you is not telling the truth. . . . (Very judicially she begins to examine the two culprits.) Julia, when did you last see it?
julia. On the day, Laura, when we shared things between us. It became Martha's: and I never saw it again.
laura. Martha, when did you last see it?
martha. I have not seen it—for I don't know how long.
laura. That is no answer to my question.
martha (vindictively). Well, if you want to know, it's at the bottom of the sea.
laura (deliberately). Don't talk—nonsense.