Beside him sat Elvira, his youngest, drinking in every word with tense appreciation of the novelty.

It was the first chance Mr.Hicks had had to make an arrest during his term of office, and as a special test and reward of diligence, Elvira had been permitted to come along and behold the climax with her own eyes.

But the twenty minutes stretched out into nearly an hour's time and more, and Kit's heart sank when she beheld her father strolling leisurely down the orchard path, just as Mr.Hicks hove in sight.
Mr.Weaver hobbled beside him, smiling contentedly.
"Well, I guess we've got 'em licked this time, Jerry," he chuckled.

"If there's a bug or a moth that can stand that leetle dose of mine, I'll eat the whole apple crop myself." "Still, I'll feel better satisfied when Howard gets here, and gives an expert opinion," Mr.Robbins rejoined.

"He wrote he expected to be here to-day without fail." "Well, of course you're entitled to your opinion, Jerry," Mr.Weaver replied doubtfully.