her, but she could think of no satisfactory plan
of getting that money into Miss Barbara's possession.

She did not go out with the party that morning, but sat in her room
trying in vain to solve this problem. At last she gave it up and
determined to do what she wanted to do without any plan whatever.

She went into Miss Barbara's room and placed upon the table, in the very
spot where the bill had been lying, some bank-notes, considerably more
than sufficient to pay the amount of the bill, which amount she well
remembered. It would not do to leave just money enough, for that would
excite suspicion. And so placing Miss Barbara's hair-brush upon the
bank-notes, so that she would be sure not to overlook them, for she
would not think of going down to luncheon without brushing her hair,
Willy retired to her own room, nearly closing the door, leaving only a
little crack through which she might see if any servant entered the room
before Miss Barbara came back.

Then Willy set herself industriously to work hemming a pocket
handkerchief. She could not do this very well, because she was not at
all proficient in fine sewing, but she worked with great energy,
waiting and listening for Miss Barbara's entrance.

At last, after a long time, Willy heard the outer door of the other room
open, and glancing through the crack, she saw Miss Barbara enter. Then
she twisted herself around towards the window and began to sew savagely,
with a skill much better adapted to the binding of carpets than to any
sort of work upon cambric handkerchiefs.

In a few minutes she heard a little exclamation in the next room, and
then her door was opened suddenly, without the customary knock, and Miss
Barbara marched in. Her face was flushed.

"Willy Croup," said she, "what is the meaning of that money on my
table?"

"Money?" said Willy, turning towards her with as innocent an expression
as her burning cheeks and rapidly winking eyes would permit; "what do
you mean by--money?"

Miss Barbara stood silent for some moments while Willy vainly endeavored
to thread the point of her needle.

"Willy," said Miss Barbara, "did you come into my room last night, and
look at the bill which was on my table?"

Now Willy dropped her needle, thread, and handkerchief, and stood up.

"Yes, I did!" said she. Miss Barbara was now quite pale.

"And you read the note which Mr. Bullock had put at the bottom of it?"

"Yes, I read it!" said Willy.

"And don't you know