rise, and she lost no time in
consulting her ally.

"I say, Jack, when you saw the `Victim' home the other night, did you
notice the address?"

"What do you take me for, silly? I have eyes, haven't I? Of course I
noticed it."

"You may have eyes, but you certainly haven't a memory. Do you happen
to remember where it was?"

"No, I don't, but I wrote it down in my pocket-book, so I could soon
find out if I wanted to. Why?"

"Because I think we ought to call and ask how he is."

"Father says he's all right except for his gout."

"I know--but it would be polite to call. Mother always does, even when
she knows they are better. And as we were the--er--what do you call
it?--cause of the accident--"

"Innocent?"

"No, that's not it! A much finer word--un--un--_unwitting_!--that's it,
so it's all the more proper that we should inquire. How far off is it?
Could we meet and go together after school this afternoon?"

"It's near enough, as far as that goes--one of those swagger flats in
Prince's Square. I suppose we could manage all right. Will you tell
mother about it?"

"Not till we get back. I am sure she would think it very nice and kind
of us, but she'd want me to put on best things, and worry about my hair.
I wish I'd been born a savage! I do so loathe being bothered about
clothes."

"Never mind. No one would think to look at you that you ever bothered
about them at all," quoth Jack, with somewhat unflattering sympathy.
"I'll wait for you at the corner of Prince's Square. I'm not going to
meet all those sniggering girls if I know it."

So it was arranged, and Jill swelled with importance for the rest of the
day, longing for four o'clock to arrive, and set her free from her
duties.

Pam went to the door with her sister after lunch, and stood shivering
upon the top step while they exchanged farewells. She herself attended
only the morning school, and was apt to find the afternoons rather
lonely when the twins were out, and Betty was absorbed in her studies.

"Come back quickly," she pleaded. "Do come back quickly, and 'muse me!"
and Jill nodded a bright assent.

"I'll amuse you finely--when I come!"

She pranced off, tossing back her hair, and swinging her satchel to and
fro, while Pam looked after her with admiring envy. How lovely to be
old like that--quite old--old enough to do your own hair, and walk to
school by yourself! Pam heaved another sigh, and glanced wistfully up
and down th