A Storm-cloud Rona woke up next morning without even a headache, in Miss Lodge's opinion "justifying the prompt measures taken", but according to the girls, "showing there had been nothing the matter with her to make such a fuss about".

Breakfast proceeded as usual, and afterwards came the short interval before nine-o'clock school.

Now on this day the contributions to the Art exhibition were to be packed up and dispatched by a special carrier, and Stephanie, as a budding metalworker, ran upstairs to the studio to take one last peep at her exhibit.

She flew down again with white face and burning eyes.
"Girls!" she cried shakily.

"Girls! Somebody's taken my pendant! It's gone!" "Why, nonsense, Stephie; it can't be gone! It was there all right last night." "It's not there now.