the little one for a few days, until his boat sails—just for the sake of his poor old mother."
"And why did you try to drown him?" asked Bert, acidly.
"Oh!" cried Kat, "What a dreadful thing to say! No, no, you don't understand. My sister just took him out for a little dip, because she thought that he would enjoy it so, and she adores children."
"I thought that you said that he was washed from the beach."
Kat smiled deprecatingly. "Well, of course," she said, "we didn't want to be connected with it, or let anyone know that the child was with us; and so I just said that upon the spur of the moment; but the real facts are just as I am telling you. And, you see, while she was out there with him in her arms, and the tide coming in, a big wave upset her and washed him away from her, and she couldn't find him again in all that water, and she was so frightened that she started to run back to shore for help. And then good Mr. Harris came so opportunely to the rescue; isn't that so, Calista? And now every thing is all right and there is nothing further to worry about;" and her creamy smile came into evidence once more, smooth and satiny.
Bert got up with the child in her arms. "Good afternoon," she said; and quietly walked through the house and out to the front lawn where their cars were standing, and stepped into Dick's Cad-
