My friends are only dabblers in charity; and I don't think they're keen enough on it to risk getting snubbed by him." Pollyooly's thoughtful frown deepened as she cudgelled her small, but active, brain for a solution of this problem.

Then she said: "Perhaps if I was to go and ask him, he'd do it, sir." "You ?" said the Honourable John Ruffin very doubtfully.

"I don't think that would do at all.

You see there was that business of his kidnapping you in Piccadilly and carrying you off to Ricksborough House.

He's not at all the kind of man to forget that he played the fool and had to pay you six pounds for doing it." "But, please, sir, that wasn't my fault," said Pollyooly.
"No: it was his.