In the meantime you may go to your classrooms." Very solemnly the girls turned to march in their separate forms from the hall; but as IV B filed through the door there was a sudden outcry, a hustling, a rush of other girls, and an excited, aghast crowd.
"It's here! It's here, Miss Bowes!" shouted Doris Deane.

"Rona Mitchell had it! It fell from her blouse pocket when she pulled out her handkerchief." "It's Rona!" "We saw it fall!" "She had it all the time!" "Oh, the sneak!" "Silence!" thundered Miss Bowes, ringing her bell.
In the midst of the sudden hush the Principal walked down the hall and took the pendant from Doris's hand.
"What have you to say for yourself, Rona Mitchell ?" Rona was standing staring as if a ghost had suddenly risen up and confronted her.

Her vermilion colour had faded, and left her face deadly white.
"Rona, do you hear me ?" Rona shivered slightly, glanced desperately at Miss Bowes, then cast her eyes on the floor.

She did not attempt to reply.
"I give you one more chance, Rona." "Oh, Rona," interrupted Ulyth, who was weeping hot tears of dismay, "remember the Camp-fire! For the sake of the school, Rona!" She drew back, choking with emotion, as Miss Bowes waved her aside.
Rona gazed for a moment full at Ulyth--a long, long, searching gaze, as if she would read Ulyth's very soul in her eyes.

Then the colour flooded back, a full tide of crimson, over brow and neck.
"Yes--for the sake of the school!" she repeated unsteadily, and, bursting into tears, hid her burning face in her hands.
Miss Teddington hastily dismissed the other girls, and, coming to the assistance of her partner, asked many questions.