Harriet saw that the box was hers, but
she did not know why it had been brought to the tent.
Mrs. Livingston unlocked the supply box, then tilting it so that the light
from the hanging lamp nearby shone into the box, she peered in. Harriet
saw her grope in the box, saw her withdraw some small object and examine
it in the palm of her hand amid a breathless silence. Then the Chief
Guardian raised her eyes, fixing them on Harriet Burrell with an
inquiring, sorrowful gaze.
CHAPTER XVIII
AN "HONOR" FAIRLY LOST
"Miss Burrell," began the Chief Guardian in an impressive voice, "I find
that a serious offense has been committed, an offense that cannot be
overlooked. A prank is allowable within reasonable limits, but any such
trick as this borders on the disgraceful."
"Wha-at do you mean, Mrs. Livingston?" questioned Harriet.
"We have examined the pot in which the soup was made. We have, after
careful examination, decided what it is that gives the consomme the
peculiar flavor that you all have noticed."
Harriet listened with an expression of grave concern. She forgot in the
interest she felt in what the Chief Guardian was about to say, her own
humiliation at having lost the "honor" she had so nearly earned.
"We came to the conclusion that nothing but soap could give the soup the
peculiar flavor that makes it so unpalatable.
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