ed something that stirred and glanced up at our
entrance. It peered at us with an ugly look of terror and defiance, and
I stared back at it, in the dim light. During one dreadful, breathless
second I remained staring, while my heart stood still. Then--"Bennie!" I
cried. And stumbled toward him. "Bennie--boy!"

The little unkempt figure, in its soiled knickerbocker suit, the sunny
hair all uncared for, the gay plaid tie draggled and limp, rushed into
my arms with a crazy, inarticulate cry.

Down on my knees on the bare floor I held him close--close! and his arms
were about my neck as though they never should unclasp.

"Take me away! Take me away!" His wet cheek was pressed against my own
streaming one. "I want my mother! I want Daddy Arnett! Take me away!"

I wiped his cheeks with my notebook or something, picked him up in my
arms, and started for the door. I had quite forgotten the fat matron.

"What are you doing?" she asked, blocking the doorway with her huge
bulk.

"I'm going to take him back with me. Please let me! I'll take care of
him until the year is up. He shan't bother you any more."

"That is impossible," she said, coldly. "He has been sent here by the
court, for a year, and he must stay here. Besides, he is a stubborn,
uncontrollable child."

"Uncontrollable! He's nothing of the kind! Why don't you treat him as a
child should be treated, instead of like a little animal? You don't know
him! Why, he's the most lovable--I And he's only a baby! Can't you see
that? A baby!"

She only stared her dislike, her little pig eyes grown smaller and more
glittering.

"You great--big--thing!" I shrieked at her, like an infuriated child.
With the tears streaming down my cheeks I unclasped Bennie's cold hands
from about my neck. He clung to me, frantically, until I had to push him
away and run.

The woman swung the door shut, and locked it. But for all its thickness
I could hear Bennie's helpless fists pounding on its panels as I
stumbled down the stairs, and Bennie's voice came faintly to my ears,
muffled by the heavy door, as he shrieked to me to take him away to his
mother, and to Daddy Arnett.

I blubbered all the way back in the car, until everyone stared, but I
didn't care. When I reached the office I made straight for Blackie's
smoke-filled sanctum. When my tale was ended he let me cry all over
his desk, with my head buried in a heap of galley-proofs and my tears
watering his paste-pot. He sat calmly by