"My dear Grace," she exclaimed when she saw the tear, "this is too bad. Come right into my room and I'll mend it for you." So it happened that Grace was presently seated in an armchair in Mrs. Nesbit's bedroom, while the good-natured woman whipped together the jagged edges of the rent. "What a beautiful box you have, Mrs. Nesbit," said Grace, pointing to a large carved box on the dressing table. "Do you like it?" replied the other. "I'm fond of it, probably because I was so happy when I bought it years ago while traveling abroad with my husband. It smells as sweet as it did when it was new," she added, placing the box in Grace's lap. Nora and Jessica, who had been hovering about the room, now came over to see the sweet-scented box. How strangely familiar was that pungent perfume which floated up to them. Where had they smelled it before? "It is made of carved sandalwood," continued Mrs. Nesbit, opening the lid, "and I have always kept my handkerchiefs in it, you see----" "Mother!" called David's voice from the hall, and Mrs. Nesbit left the room for a moment. "Sandalwood!" gasped Grace. Yes, it was the same perfume that now faintly scented the famous handkerchief. There was a pile of handkerchiefs in the box. Grace lifted the top one and sniffed at it. She examined the border carefully and the texture. "It looks like stealing," she whispered, "but I must have this handkerchief. I'll return it afterwards," and she slipped the handkerchief into her belt. Nora and Jessica had exchanged significant glances, while Nora's lips had formed the words, "exactly like the other one." In the meantime Miss Thompson had been closeted with Anne Pierson for half an hour in the principal's office. By special request she had arranged to have Anne's examination papers looked over immediately and sent to her. The papers were therefore the first to receive attention from each teacher, and were then turned over to Miss Thompson, who hurried with them into her office and locked the door behind her. "It would be a pity if they were too perfect," she said to herself. "That would tell very much against Anne, I fear."