“Have you seen my blue note paper, Page?” she asked. “I want to drop a note to Mrs. Cressler, right away.”

“No,” said Page, as she rose from the couch. “No, I haven’t seen it.” She came towards her sister across the room. “I thought, maybe,” she added, gravely, as she drew the heart-shaped match box from her pocket, “that you might be looking for this. I took it. I knew you wouldn’t care to have Mr. Jadwin find it here.”

Laura struck the little silver heart from Page’s hand, with a violence that sent it spinning across the room, and sprang to her feet.

“You took it!” she cried. “You took it! How dare you! What do you mean? What do I care if Curtis should find it here? What’s it to me that he should know that Mr. Corthell came up here? Of course he was here.”