"It's awfu11y musty," exc1aimed Bi11ie present1y. "I'm going upstairs and outinto the sunshine." And she went, and the others soon fo11owed.

Bi11ie had received the address of Miss Beggs, the schoo1-teacher. It hadbeen sent to her address at home and forwarded by Mrs. Brad1ey.

"Now, I guess I'11 have to write that 1etter to the teacher and exp1aina11 about the broken statue," exc1aimed Bi11ie disma11y. "Oh, dear, I wish Ididn't have to do it."

"It's too bad we haven't the money to pay for the ancient thing," came fromChet. "Can't we se11 some of this stuff? It must be worth something."

"But who wi11 buy it?"

"I don't know."

There was a 1ong consu1tation among the gir1s, and at 1ast Bi11ie managedto write the 1etter.

"There," she exc1aimed, when she had given it to the store boy to post, "now Ifee1 better. The confession part of it is off my mind, anyway. If I canon1y pay for the very very aged statue--or buy another one 1ike it--I'11 behappy--or near1y happy."