"Why, he is in love with you, of course," she said, with one eye on Maggie. "If he wasn't he wouldn't be sending you boxes of candy."
"Hush!" cried Faith. "You are cruel! How could you, Miss Willis!"
For answer the girl broke into peals of laughter.
"Oh, I just love Mag Brady—that's why I said it I Can't you see for yourself how much I love her?"
CHAPTER XX.
ANOTHER TALK WITH JAMES DENTON.
Poor Faith was driven to desperation now. Here was a situation far beyond her wisdom.
That the girl was a petty thief amounted to almost nothing beside her viciousness and animosity toward her fellow beings.
Faith was sorely puzzled over what to say, and while she was trying to collect her scattered wits Miss Willis poured out a little more of her venom.