Sometimes the little things are the most important.

Cheer up, child! We'll get to the bottom of it, never fear." Sitting on the bank, with Mrs.Arnold's arm round her, Ulyth related the whole of her story, mentioning every detail she could remember.

It was such a comfort to pour it out into sympathetic ears, and to one whose judgment was more likely to be unbiased than that of anyone connected with the school.
"You always understand," she said, with a sigh of relief, as she kissed the hand that was holding hers.
"It certainly is a tangled skein to unravel; but, as it happens, I really believe I can throw a little light upon the matter.

You say Rona told you that somebody came into her bedroom last night, and presumably hid the pendant in her blouse pocket ?" "Yes; and she was sure that somebody was myself." "Then what we have to do is to produce the real culprit." "If we can find her." "Just now I was wheeling my bicycle up Tyn y Bryn Hill, and I met one of the boys from Jones's farm.

He stopped me and handed me a letter.