“I gave you a twenty-dollar bill,” a tall girl with a country twang in her voice was insisting. “I know it was a twenty. But you’ve given me change for only a dollar. Where’s the other nineteen dollars?”
CHAPTER II
Clarissa Valentine
“Isn’t that the girl who was sitting alone at the next table?” asked Judy. “I noticed her watching you and smiling when you were singing that song, Irene. She seemed to be enjoying it.”
“I knew I shouldn’t—”
Irene stopped. The girl at the cashier’s desk was really in trouble. Her voice had risen to a wail.
“You’re a thief!” she cried out melodramatically. “Daddy warned me against people like you.”
“Your daddy should have warned you to be more careful of your money,” the cashier retorted sarcastically. “If you’ve lost twenty dollars—”
“I didn’t lose it,” she insisted. “You took it from me!”
“Poor girl! She really thinks she’s been cheated,” Irene whispered.