“I knew I was on it all the time.”
“But we didn’t know it, and neither did Miss Gordon,” said Jane severely. “Veve, you should be more careful.”
“I will next time,” Veve mumbled, looking ashamed. “Could I help it because I lost my pocketbook?”
“You might have checked to see if you had it before you left the lunchroom,” lectured Jane. “A Brownie always is responsible.”
“I’m not a Brownie, and I did try!” Veve replied, nearly in tears.
“Veve has learned her lesson and will be more careful in the future, I’m sure,” declared Miss Gordon. She slipped an arm about the girl’s shaking shoulders. “Now shall we forget about it?”
Veve sat down beside Connie and became very subdued. After a while, to make certain none of her money had been lost, she glanced in her purse.
Not a penny was missing. But her heart gave a skip and jump and tried to leap into her throat.
The luggage check! What had become of it?
Distinctly, Veve remembered having placed the bit of cardboard in her purse when Miss Gordon had given it to her at Rosedale station. She recalled too, having seen the check when she bought her lunch at Albion Junction.