“How do you mean?”
“I mean if one of the presents Philip gave you happened to be in the pocketbook that was stolen—”
Mrs. Riker’s face went white.
“How did you know?” she questioned.
Judy smiled, taking the dish the other had nearly dropped.
“It was just a guess. Your little daughter Penny is like her mother. She isn’t very good at keeping secrets. A green doll would be a green goddess, wouldn’t it? Possibly a jade goddess worth quite a bit to a thief who had the mate—”
“Rama!” Helen gasped. “Paul always said it was bad luck to separate them!”
CHAPTER XVIII
Sita Speaks
“Bad luck?” Judy asked, turning from the corner cupboard where she had just placed a stack of five plates, the last of the breakfast dishes. Or were they lunch dishes? Their pancake feast had waited so long that it was nearly lunchtime before they had finished.