We can get the money easily." Suddenly Beth jumped up.
"Where's that girl ?" she demanded, sharply.
"What girl ?" "Tato." "Tato, my dear coz, is a boy," answered Kenneth; "and he disappeared ages ago." "You must be blind," said Beth, scornfully, "not to recognize a girl when you see one.

A boy, indeed!" "Why, he dressed like a boy," replied Kenneth, hesitatingly.
"So much the more disgraceful," sniffed Beth.

"She belongs to those brigands, I suppose." "Looks something like Victor Valdi," said Patsy, thoughtfully.
"Il Duca?
Of course! I see it myself, now.

Patricia, it is that wicked duke who has captured Uncle John." "I had guessed that," declared Patsy, smiling.
"He must be a handsome rascal," observed Kenneth, "for the child is pretty as a picture." "He isn't handsome at all," replied Beth; "but there is a look about the child's eyes that reminds me of him." "That's it, exactly," agreed Patsy.
Louise now approached them with a white, frightened face.
"Isn't it dreadful!" she moaned.

"They are going to kill Ferralti unless he gives them thirty thousand dollars." "And I don't believe he can raise thirty cents," said Patsy, calmly.
"Oh, yes, he can," answered Louise, beginning to cry.