“I’ll clear this matter up!” exclaimed Betty, “and then you’ll feel sorry for what you’ve said. And first I’ll go and tell Martha, and let her speak for herself.” “No, you mustn’t do that! Mrs. Halstead forbade us to mention it to Martha.” “All right; then I’ll take Martha and go straight to Mrs. Halstead and let her tell her.” “But you can’t now, for Mrs. Halstead is superintending the May-pole. The carpenters are putting it up, and she asked us to keep away.” “Well, I’ve got to do something! I can’t rest till Martha is cleared. Poor Martha! I don’t see how anybody could think such a thing of her!” Betty put her arm through Dorothy’s, and they went on ahead, leaving Maude to follow alone. “Betty,” said Dorothy, “we know Martha never has spending-money. And for that to be a new bill that she had yesterday does look queer. And she did act awfully funny about it all.” “I know it, Dorothy,” said Betty, in a tone of despair; “I think it looks awfully queer. But I wouldn’t own up to Maude that I thought so. And, even if it does look queer, I won’t believe Martha took Maude’s money unless she tells me so herself—so there, now!” Betty had unconsciously raised her voice in her indignation, and as they turned a corner of the path, they came upon the other girls, sitting on a settee, waiting for them. “What are you saying, Betty?” asked Martha, her face perfectly white. There was no blushing embarrassment now; Martha looked horrified, and even incredulous, but she was calm and self-possessed. Betty quite forgot what Maude had said of Mrs. Halstead’s orders, and spoke right out to Martha. “Martha,” she said, “did you see Maude take some money out of her purse and lay it on her table yesterday?” “Yes, I did,” said Martha. “Did you take it from the table—to—to put it in a safer place—or anything?” “No, of course I didn’t! Why should I?” “Well, it wasn’t a very safe place,” began Betty. “I should say it wasn’t!” exclaimed Maude. “Well, I didn’t touch it!” said Martha. “What are you talking about, Betty?” “Then where did you get that new five-dollar bill you spent yesterday?” burst out Maude, unable to control her tongue. Martha looked at her. “Do you mean to say that you’ve been thinking that was _your_ money?” she said, in a low, scared sort of voice. “Yes, I do!” declared Maude. “Oh, oh! I didn’t, didn’t! Betty, Betty, what _shall_ I do!” and Martha burst into a fit of crying which nothing could stop. “Now, you see,” said Betty, as she caressed her weeping friend. “Please all leave her to me.” The others went away a little shamefacedly, while Betty remained with Martha. She waited until the first bursts of sobs were over, and then she said: “Now, Martha, brace up. I know and you know you didn’t take her old bill, but we’ve got to prove it.” “How can we prove it?” asked Martha, between her sobs, as she dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief. “Oh, Betty, I wish I hadn’t come!”