"Where is it ?" Her skirt dragged him along as she walked.
"Where did you put it, Alice ?" "Father Beret hid it under his floor," she answered, involuntarily, and almost unconsciously.

"I shall have to take it back and give it up." "No--no--I wouldn't," he quavered, dancing across the veranda as she quickened her pace and fairly spun him along.

"I wouldn't let 'em have it at all." Alice's mind was working with lightning speed.

Her imagination took strong grip on the situation so briefly and effectively sketched by Captain Farnsworth.

Her decision formed itself quickly.
"Stay here, Jean.