Where had they smelled it before?
"It is made of carved sandalwood," continued Mrs.Nesbit, opening the lid, "and I have always kept my handkerchiefs in it, you see----" "Mother!" called David's voice from the hall, and Mrs.Nesbit left the room for a moment.
"Sandalwood!" gasped Grace.
Yes, it was the same perfume that now faintly scented the famous handkerchief.
There was a pile of handkerchiefs in the box.

Grace lifted the top one and sniffed at it.

She examined the border carefully and the texture.
"It looks like stealing," she whispered, "but I must have this handkerchief.

I'll return it afterwards," and she slipped the handkerchief into her belt.
Nora and Jessica had exchanged significant glances, while Nora's lips had formed the words, "exactly like the other one." In the meantime Miss Thompson had been closeted with Anne Pierson for half an hour in the principal's office.

By special request she had arranged to have Anne's examination papers looked over immediately and sent to her.