"
"And Mrs. Staples said she didn't know anything about Betty's locket,"
Bobby put in.
Of course, this was not so; but Bobby thought she was telling the exact
truth. The two girls really had not explained Betty's loss to Mrs. Staples
at all.
"The English girl going off so suddenly, and on such a wild-goose chase,
looks kind of fishy, you know," drawled Bob.
"She thinks she is chasing her aunt!" Bobby cried.
"Maybe."
"You don't even know her, Bob," declared Betty haughtily. "You can't judge
her character. I am sure she is honest."
"Well," grumbled Bob, "being sure everybody is honest isn't going to get
you that locket back, believe me!"
"That's horrid, too! Isn't it, Betty?" demanded Bobby.
"It's sort of, I guess," said Betty, much troubled, "But, oh, Bob! I don't
want to think that poor girl found my locket and ran away with it. No, I
don't want to believe that. And, anyway, it doesn't help me out a mite.
I've got to tell Uncle Dick before he notices that I don't display his
pretty present any more. Oh, dear!"
"It's a shame," groaned Bobby, holding her chum's hand tightly.
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