That ought to make you feel better." The prospect of the ride completely mollified Bridget, and by the time they reached home she fairly radiated good nature.
"Your ideas of time are somewhat peculiar, Grace," remarked her mother as Grace entered the living room, where her mother and father sat reading.

"If Bridget had not been with you I should have been most uneasy." But Grace was too full of her news to make other answer than cry out: "Oh, mother, we found it! We did, truly!" "What is the child talking about ?" asked her father.

And then Grace launched forth with an account of her night's doings.
"Well, I never!" was all Mr.Harlowe could find words for when his daughter had finished.
"What shall I do with you, Grace ?" said her mother in despair.

"You will be injured or killed yet, in some of your mad excursions." "Trust to me to land right side up with care," answered Grace cheerfully.
"I'll call at the police station early to-morrow morning and have the chief send some one up to that old house," said Mr.Harlowe.

"From what you heard the thief say, he must have a confederate.