“My money!” she gasped.
What happened was this. When the china pig was demolished, there rolled from his ruins no silver money but a varied collection of buttons and bogus stage money made of tin. Only about a dollar in real silver was to be found.
“What a blow is this!” at last exclaimed Molly, breaking the silence.
“But what does it mean?” demanded Rosomond.
“It means,” said Nance, “that someone has taken all Molly’s savings out of the china pig and substituted—this.”
She pointed to the pile of stage money.
“But they couldn’t have done it,” cried Judy. “How could they have fished it up through such a small slot?”
“What a low, miserable trick!” cried Katherine.
It was a despicable action. Who among all the bright, intelligent students at Wellington could have been capable of such a dastardly thing? They agreed that it must have been a student. None of the college attendants could have planned it out so carefully.
“Who else has missed things?” asked Margaret with a sudden thought.