cks away,
and she soon had her package and was on her way home.

As she turned the corner she found herself face to face with Miss
Pringle. She was carrying a heavy suit case.

"Why, what are you doing in this neighborhood?" she asked, smiling.

Miss Pringle stopped, started forward and stopped again.

"Why--er--er--I--how do you do?" she stammered, so plainly ill at ease
that Phyllis looked at her in amazement.

"We had a wonderful time at our masquerade," she said in an attempt to
make conversation.

"Yes, yes, to be sure, dear me, good-by, young lady--I--" She was
indeed flustered, and Phyllis could hardly repress a smile, for Miss
Pringle's hat was well over one ear, and the dotted veil that should
have covered her face was whipping itself into ribbons off the back of
her head.

"But you haven't told me what you are doing down here?" Phyllis
insisted.

Miss Pringle looked really troubled.

"I can't, indeed I can't, young lady," she almost cried. "I must go--I
must indeed." She hurried on, keeping to the inside of the street and
gazing about her furtively.

"Now, what under the sun is old Pringle up to?" Phyllis mused. "I
never saw her so flustered. Well, come on, old man, let's take a
little walk before we go in. They'll never miss us, and you needn't
tell Galahad."

Boru looked up and cocked one ear rakishly, as though he thoroughly
enjoyed the joke.

"Here, sir." Ten minutes later Phyllis gave the command, and Boru
stopped running so suddenly that he almost tripped on his nose.

Phyllis slipped her hand under his collar and pulled him behind the
high stoop that they were just passing. She had seen Miss Pringle
coming towards them almost a block away, and she had no desire for
another conversation with her. She watched her approach, wondering
where she was going, and hoping that she would enter some house before
she reached their hidingplace.

Miss Pringle was still walking close to the houses and seemed to be in
a terrible hurry. Her hat bobbed more than ever, and the short coat
she wore bulged out in the wind, making her indeed a comical figure.

When she reached a house that was boarded up, she paused and looked
quickly behind her. It looked as though she were alone on the street.
Phyllis watched her, interested in spite of herself, and saw her bob
down and disappear into an area way.

"Of course," she said to Boru, as she loosed him from her hold, "I
might have known where she