But, of course, he'll keep demanding more. I do hope, Libbie, that if you ever get out of this mess, you'll be cured of some of your crazy notions!"
"Oh, I will," promised Libbie earnestly. "I will be good, Betty. Only don't tell Bobby."
She was manifestly relieved by her confession, and when Miss Morris came in to send Betty back to her own room, Libbie curled down contentedly for a restful night.
Not so poor Betty. She turned and tossed, wondering how she could get more money for her chum without arousing suspicion.
"What ever made her do a thing like that!" she groaned. "Of all the wild ideas! The twenty will take every cent I have. I must see Bob and borrow from him."
Libbie was much improved in the morning—so well, in fact, that after breakfast in bed she was permitted to dress and go to her room, though strictly forbidden to attend classes or go out of doors. Betty brought her the twenty dollars and when school was in session, the benighted Libbie sped out to her buried bottle and put the money in it, regaining her room without detection.
Two days later there was another demand for money, and two days after that, another. Libbie visited the bottle regularly, afraid to let a day
