“Then I’ll find your bill!”
“You can’t; I’ve hunted everywhere for it.”
“Well, I will find it, and I’ll make you take back all you’ve said about Martha.”
“I’m sure I’d be glad to,” said Maude, staring at Betty’s angry face; “I’ve no wish to make her seem dishonest if she isn’t.”
“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.