"Look at it and smell it." "Well," replied the principal, "I've seen it before and smelled it before, too.

Only you've had it washed and ironed, haven't you!" Grace took a crumpled handkerchief from her pocket.
"Here's the real one," she cried triumphantly.
The two handkerchiefs were certainly identical in shape and material and both were perfumed with sandalwood.
"Where did you get this one ?" demanded the principal.
"From Mrs.Nesbit's sandalwood handkerchief box," whispered Grace slowly.
"You think it was then---- ?" "Yes," replied Grace.

"I'm certain of it.

It's as plain as daylight.

She borrowed her mother's handkerchief." "Dear, dear!" exclaimed the principal.