"What do you mean, Miss Duncan ?" Her bold question caused the instructor's lips to tighten.

"You have not answered my question, Miss Harlowe," she said icily.
"No, this is not my theme," answered Grace; "that is, it is not in my hand-writing.

I do not recognize the writing." Grace ceased speaking and stared at the theme in sudden consternation.

"Some one found my theme and copied it." Her voice sank almost to a whisper.

A flush of shame for the unknown culprit dyed her cheeks anew.
"It would be better, perhaps," interrupted the teacher sarcastically, "if you admitted the truth of the affair at once, Miss Harlowe." "There is nothing to admit," responded Grace steadily, "except that I lost my theme on the evening I wrote it.