“She never does,” retorted Jane crossly.
“Well, you’re not being very nice yourself to blame Veve every time she has an accident,” said Rosemary, siding with Connie. “At lunch today when you upset your glass of milk, no one said a word.”
Jane started to say that the milk had spilled only because Sunny had joggled her elbow, but thought better of it.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I wouldn’t have said anything about the box, only I think we should be careful or Mrs. Gordon won’t want us to play up here.”
“We all should be careful,” emphasized Connie.
She and Sunny helped Veve pick up the books and stack them back in the box. The task had just been finished, when Rosemary let out a squeal of excitement.
“See what I’ve found!” she cried.
Rosemary had come upon a box of old buttons in a cardboard box tucked in the drawer of a rusty sewing machine.
“Say, maybe the golden locket is in there!” exclaimed Veve.
Hopefully the girls examined the many odd shapes and designs of the buttons. Some were of brass or silver; others were of glass and tin.