a's safe is."

She was bidden to tell the whole of that story also, and did so in the
same clear, straightforward manner in which she had told it in the
magistrate's office, told it simply, artlessly--as not aware of the
bravery and unselfishness of her conduct in attempting the capture of
the burglars at the risk of being attacked and murdered by them--and in
the same calm, even, distinct tones in which she had spoken at first.

A murmur of admiration ran through the court-room as she concluded her
narrative with, "Papa was asleep and I couldn't speak just at first for
want of breath; but when I put my arm round his neck and laid my face on
the pillow beside his, he woke and I told him about the burglars and
what I had done."

The prisoners had listened with close attention and evident interest.

"So 'twas her--that chit of a gal, that fastened us in--caught us in a
trap, as one may say," muttered Davis, scowling at her and grinding his
teeth with rage. "Pity I didn't hold on to that ere bridle and kerry her
off afore we ventur'd in thar."

A warning look from his counsel silenced him, and the latter addressed
himself to Lulu.

"You say you had seen Davis three times before to-day. Where and when
did you see him the third time?"

"In the magistrate's office, the next morning after he and Ajax had been
in our house."

"Did you then recognize them as the same men you had seen in the strong
room of your home the night before at work at the lock of the safe?"

"Yes, sir; and Davis as the man who had seized my pony's bridle in the
wood."

"But you had not seen Ajax Stone's face; how then could you recognize
him?"

"No, I had not seen his face, but I had the back of his head and how he
was dressed, and I knew I had fastened him in there, and that he didn't
get out till the sheriff took him out; and then I heard his voice and
knew it was Ajax's voice."

The cross-questioning went on. It was what Lulu had dreaded, but it did
not seem to embarrass or disturb her; nor could she be made to
contradict herself.

Her father's eyes shone; he looked a proud and happy man as he led her
back to her seat, holding her hand in a tender, loving clasp.

She was surprised and pleased to find Grandma Elsie and Violet sitting
with the other relatives and friends. They had come in while she was on
the witness stand.

"Dear child," Violet said, making room for her by her side, "you went
through your ordeal very successfully, a