Marjorie," she said in a low voice. Then she
opened a little silver mesh bag and drawing forth a small, glittering
object handed it to the other girl.

Marjorie's eyes opened wide. With a gurgle of joy she caught the little
object and fingered it lovingly. "My very own butterfly! Where in the
world did you find it, Marcia?"

"I didn't find it," returned Marcia, huskily.

"Then who did?"

"Mignon. She found it the day after you lost it. I don't like to tell
you these things, but I believe it is right that you should know. She
kept it merely to hurt you. She knew you were fond of it. Muriel told
her all about your receiving it as a farewell gift from your friends.
I--I--am to blame, too. I knew she had it. She intended to give it back
after a while. Then she saw Miss Stevens with one like it and noticed
the queer way you looked at her pin in French class that day. She is
very shrewd and observing. She suspected that you girls had quarreled,
and so she put two and two together. She actually hates Miss Stevens,
and told me she would never give the pin back if she could make Miss
Stevens any trouble by keeping it.

"Then she went to Miss Archer and told her about her bracelet and the
pin, too." Marcia paused, looking miserable.

"Miss Archer sent for me and questioned me about my pin," said Marjorie,
gravely. "She is vexed with me still because I wouldn't say anything.
You see I had misjudged Constance. I thought she had found it and kept
it. It is only lately that I learned what a dreadful mistake I made. I
think I ought to let you know, Marcia, that Constance is in Sanford. She
is coming back to school on Monday and going straight to Miss Archer's
office to prove her innocence. Constance was Cinderella at the dance
Friday night. Jerry made her come to the party on purpose to bring us
together. Constance's butterfly pin was a present from her aunt. We know
the truth about Mignon's bracelet, too. Did you know that Mignon never
lost it, Marcia? She only pretended that she had."

The secretary shook her head in emphatic denial. "I'm not guilty of
that, at least. I hope I'll never do anything underhanded or
dishonorable again. It's dreadful to think that Miss Archer will have to
know what a despicable girl I've been, but that's part of my punishment.
I suppose she won't have me for her secretary any more."

Marcia's face wore an expression of complete resignation. She had been a
party to a dishonorable act, and her rea