Babbie, who had found a note pinned to the dress, gave a little squeal of pleasure. "Here's a check for a hat," she said. "Mother says that I don't need a new white hat one bit, but that considering I've lived within my allowance I may have one. Oh, Betty, I do feel guilty about that maid's wages. And yet the money has helped Emily Davis a lot--a little of the money, I mean. And what could I do with a maid?" Her eyes fell on the chaos on Babe's bed. "I wish I had one for an hour to straighten out that mess. I shall make Babe help because I was hunting for her history note-book when I emptied them out, and she had it all the time herself." She turned to Betty. "What's the matter with you, Betty Wales? You're as sober as a judge."