here about
'Courts,' Miss Beatrice. Don't it make you feel as if you was in the
dock? I wonder what they keep in this little corner-cupboard."

"The handcuffs, I expect. No, no, Million, you mustn't look at them."
Here the weedy youth put in his head again.

CHAPTER IV

THE LAWYER'S DILEMMA

"STEP this way, please," he said. With an imploring "You go first,
Miss," from the heiress we "stepped" into the inner office. It was a
big, handsomely carpeted room, with leather chairs. Around the walls
were shelves with black-japanned deed-boxes bearing white-lettered
names. I saw little Million's eyes fly to these boxes. I know what she
was wildly thinking--that one must be hers and must contain the million
dollars of her new fortune. Beside the large cleared desk there was
standing a fatherly looking old gentleman. He had white hair, a shrewd,
humorous, clean-shaven face, and gold-rimmed glasses. He turned, with a
very pleasant smile, to me.

"Good morning, Miss Million," he said. "I am very glad to have the----"

"This is Miss Million," I told him, putting my hand on her brown sleeve
and giving her arm a little, heartening pat.

Million moistened her lips and drew another long breath as the fatherly
old gentleman turned the eyes and their gold-rimmed glasses upon her
small, diffident self.

"Ah! M'm--really! Of course! How do you do, Miss Million?"

"Nicely--nicely, thanks!" breathed Million huskily.

"Won't you sit down, ladies? Yes. Now, Miss Million----"

And Mr. Chesterton began some sort of a congratulatory speech, while
Million smiled in a frightened sort of way, breathing hard. She was full
of surprises to me that morning; and, I gathered, to her lawyer also.

"Thank you, I'm sure. Thank you, sir," she said. Then suddenly to me,
"We didn't ought to--to--to keep this gentleman, did we, Miss?" Then to
Mr. Chesterton again, "D'you mind me asking, sir, if we 'adn't better
have a cab?"

"A cab?" the lawyer repeated, in a startled tone. "What for?"

"To take away the money, sir," explained little Million gravely. "That
money o' mine from me uncle. What I've called about."

"Ah--to take away----" began the lawyer. Then he suddenly laughed
outright. I laughed. But together we caught sight of little Million's
face, blushing and hurt, sensitive of ridicule. We stopped laughing at
once.

And then the old lawyer, looking and speaking as kindly as po