“What color was it?”
“Many colors, I thought; but red shone through. You see, Sam came back just as I got the trunk shut. I wouldn’t want to have been discovered snooping into another girl’s stuff,” declared Gloria.
“But whom could it have belonged to?”
“That’s an interesting question, don’t you think so? Just imagine what sort of girl would bring that here?”
“Exactly. But you watch little Trixy solve the mystery of the trunk full of gems!”
“I’m quite willing to,” agreed Gloria, with a weary little sigh.
CHAPTER III
MEET MAGGIE
Two days later Maggie, who swept rooms and talked a lot, also counted hairpins, picked from the dust, and bewailed her own constant loss insinuating a present need, this Maggie, with a season’s new broom and last year’s dust pan, a basket of dusters, brushes, and in the bottom such articles as the girls donated on her rounds, well, anyhow, she came in to clear up Gloria’s room.
“This bein’ a double,” analyzed Maggie, “I’ll have to have it free.”