"O, but that was the worst of all. For when he heard about it, he asked if he might speak to her alone, and then he begged her to confess. Yes, Peggy, he thought she stole it. You see he knew that she hadn’t any money for buying diamonds, and the only way he could explain what she had done was to take it for granted that she was a thief. And then Grace lost her courage. If Carlton didn’t believe in her, nobody would. She screamed out that she wished she were dead, and they heard it and thought it proved that she was guilty." Sympathetic Peggy was in tears by now, but Elaine’s eyes were bright and dry. The recital of her sister’s wrongs had brought them before her vividly, and her voice was bitter as she continued. "You can’t have any idea of what we went through for nearly two days. They couldn’t find the brooch and Grace was arrested. She wouldn’t let Carlton do anything for her, and an old friend of papa’s went her bail. There were columns about it in the papers, and Grace’s picture and all about papa, and then all at once it proved to be a mistake. The brooch had been sent to some customer, along with several others for inspection, and there was some blunder about returning it. They sent it back finally, and Grace was cleared of all suspicion, but her life was ruined." Peggy protested. "Ruined! Why, she was innocent." "O, you don’t know, Peggy. First there was Carlton, and, of course, Grace broke her engagement the instant she found he didn’t believe in her. But he wasn’t the only one. Our friends were so sorry for us, but we didn’t want them to be sorry. We wanted them to be angry and say it was an outrage, as if they meant it. They made excuses for Grace. Said she’d been used to having so much and that since papa’s death things had been so different, and they pitied mamma and me because of our disgrace. When I came here to Friendly Terrace I hated everybody in the world. I thought I never would make a friend again as long as I lived. And I’d have kept my word, I guess, if it hadn’t been for you, Peggy." "You poor darling!" Peggy’s arm slipped around Elaine’s shoulder, and tightened in a comforting hug. But her thoughts were busy still with the account of the tragedy to which she had just listened. "How long is your sister going to stay hidden away?" she demanded abruptly. Elaine sighed. "As long as she lives, I guess. She doesn’t feel as if she could face people." "I don’t know why. It’s the ones who made the mistake who ought to hang their heads. Grace hasn’t done anything to be ashamed of."