"What do you mean?" queried Billie, while Violet regarded her with wide open eyes.
"Well, if it hadn't been for me and my old book," she explained, "we wouldn't have gone back to school, and then you wouldn't have gotten yourself into all that trouble. I really do feel guilty," she added earnestly. "I wish you would at least let me help you pay for it, Billie."
Billie put an arm about the girl and squeezed her lovingly.
"And I suppose you're to blame for my climbing the bookcase, too," she chided her fondly. "No, Laura dear, it's all my fault and you can't make me put the blame on any one else. But, oh!" she wailed, "how in the world am I ever going to raise that hundred dollars?"
CHAPTER III
CHET HELPS
The sun was flooding Billie Bradley's room when she awoke the next morning, and she sat up in bed with the feeling that it must be very late. She glanced at the little clock on the dresser and saw that its hands pointed to half past eight.
"Oh, I'll be late to school," was her first thought. Then she checked herself and laughed.
"School!" she said, stretching her arms above her head with a delicious sense of freedom. "As the old man said: 'They ain't no sech animile.' I guess I might just as well get up, though, for I feel as if I were starving to death."
She was just putting her feet into very pretty bedroom slippers when she remembered the tragedy—or so it seemed to her—of the day before.