near Willowburn. My father is a solicitor in the town. His office is at 15 Wells Street."
"We'll soon see about that. I think I must trouble you for your pocket-handkerchief, Missy, please."
Considerably mystified, Meg felt in her pocket and handed over the article in question. The inspector examined it closely, then shook his head.
"It has 'G. Latimer' marked in the corner. That doesn't look much like Margaret Gordon, does it?"
Meg was furious at her own stupidity. She and Gipsy had never thought of exchanging the contents of their pockets.
"Look here! Send for my father!" she begged. "He'll soon tell you who I am, and explain the whole matter."
"We don't need to send for anybody," returned the official. "Miss Poppleton's quite enough for us. We've got her description of you, and our instructions are to take you straight back to the school. You'll find you've not gained much by running away."
There was only one consolation for Meg, the remembrance that her capture would possibly enable Gipsy to escape in safety.
"They must have been looking out for her at the railway station," she thought, "but they wouldn't recognize her in my dress. I'd like to know what Poppie'll say when I turn up instead!"
There was undoubtedly a humorous side to the situation, and Meg laughed as she pictured the discomfiture of the officials when they discovered their mistake. It seemed of no further use to try to prove her identity at present, so she allowed herself to be
