second floor, or anywhere else where it could be easily seen.

Janice could only believe that the Swedish girl, either by
intention or in some involuntary way, had carried the
treasure-box off with her. Yet it did not seem as though Olga
Cedarstrom, bad temper and all, could be a thief! That was an
awful thought.

"Maybe she has done it to plague me," Janice thought. "She is
awfully mad at me. She thought it was my fault that the cats got
into the back kitchen. And now she means to pay me back. She
means to return it."

"But where has she gone? And what shall I do?" were the final
queries formed in Janice Day's mind.

She must not stand idle. It was nearing school time. Nor could
she neglect the matter until she came home from school at three
o'clock. If Olga Cedarstrom were really dishonest, she might be
getting farther and farther away from Greensboro while Janice
remained inactive!

She must do something.

Janice went slowly downstairs. First Of all it was her duty to
communicate with her father at the bank. She hated to tell him
of this happening, for she realized keenly her fault in the
matter. But not for a moment did the girl consider hiding the
unfortunate affair from Broxton Day.