"You stole Miss Neville's work," replied Fanny fearlessly. "No one thinks it's you, but I know it, and could tell if I liked."
"Tell what?"
"That you took my governess's work," repeated Fanny. "I know it was you; because I saw her put it away in her basket before we went out, and when we came home again it was gone, and she has never found it since."
"What are you talking about? I think you are crazed."
"No, I am not. What did you go into the school-room for that day, while we were out? There's nothing of yours there; and why did you look so angry at Miss Neville, when we all came upstairs, if you had not taken away her piece of embroidery to vex and annoy her."
"Was it on that day Miss Neville lost a piece of work?"
"Yes, it was only half finished, too; and you took it, you know you did."
"And you say some one took it while you were out walking?"
"Yes."