- chievous, dancing eyes that widened at the sight
of Locke.
"Gee!" said the boy, coming into full view. "I didn't know he was here. Where's the rest of the bunch, Miss Janet?" One soiled hand gripped the harmonica.
"You see what you did by running away, Tommy," said the girl, in mock severity. "You made me disturb Mr. Locke."
"For which offense, Tommy," smiled the young man, "I'll stand treat at the candy store the first chance I get. While not in the least desiring to encourage insubordination, I must say I'm glad you ran away."
Janet flashed him a look, and her eyes dropped before his gaze. She could feel the flush in her cheeks.
"I came out for a walk with some of the little fellows of my Sunday-school class," she hastened to explain. "Tommy Murphy is always up to his pranks. One day he got lost in the woods, and they didn't find him until eleven o'clock that night."
"Never got lost," denied the boy instantly. 'My old man give me a larrupin', 'n' I jest run off to go West an' fight Injuns, but it come dark 'n' I had ter camp in the woods, 'n' they ketched
