CHAPTER VII

OVERBOARD There was a hurried search in the room where the girls then were, a search that extended even to the pitcher of lemonade. But the gleaming emerald was not found. Alice was becoming more and more upset every moment, for, while the ring was hers, it was a very valuable one and she knew her family would be most distressed at its loss. "Oh, it must be found!" the girl cried. Her chums were with her now. There was a little lull in the dance, and refreshments were being sought. "Whom were you with when you miss…