ed to crawl out.

"What are ye doin'?" he demanded quickly. "Y' aren't goin' to hand me
over?"

"Is it likely?" She regarded him with scorn. "How could I hand you over,
without handing myself over at the same time?"

The logic of this appealed to him, and he followed meekly on hands and
knees. She approached the laundry door and listened warily; the search
had withdrawn to other quarters. She led the way along a passage and up
a flight of stairs and slipped into the deserted kindergarten room.

"We're safe here," she whispered. "They've already searched it."

She cast about for writing materials. No ink was to be found, but she
discovered a red crayon pencil, and tore a sheet of paper from a copy
book. "Honesty is the best policy," was inscribed in flowing characters
at the top.

She hesitated with her crayon poised.

"If I get you a nice job in charge of onions and orchids and things,
will you promise never again to drink any beer?"

"Sure," he agreed, but without much enthusiasm.

There was a light of uneasiness in his eye. Nothing in his past
experience tallied with to-night's adventure; and he suspected an
ambush.

"Because," said Patty, "it would be awfully embarrassing for me if you
did get drunk. I should never dare recommend another burglar."

She wrote her note on the window ledge, by moonlight, and read it aloud:

"_Dear Mr. Weatherby_,--

"Do you remember the conversation we had the day I
ran away and dropped into your onion garden? You
said you thought criminals were often quite as
good as the rest of us, and that you would find a
job for any convict friend I might present. This
is to introduce a burglar of my acquaintance who
would like to secure a position as gardener. He
was trained to be a gardener and much prefers it
to burglaring, but finds it difficult to find a
place because he has been in prison. He is
faithful, honest and industrious, and promises to
be sober. I shall appreciate any favor you may
show him.

"Sincerely yours,
"PATTY WYATT."

"P. S.--Please excuse this red crayon. I am
writing at midnight, by moonlight in the
kindergarten room, and the ink's all locked up.
The burglar will explain the circumstances, which