"Dear Damer," said I, "you can't disguise yourself.

Anybody would know you; you're too good-looking.

Damer," I added abruptly, "did you ever pray for things?
I used to at home, and do you know, they always came true.

Wait for me, I'll be back soon," I concluded, and rushing to my room, I flung myself on my knees, and prayed with all my heart for the averting of this, to my young mind, terrible tragedy.

I dared not stay long, not knowing what Leo might do, and on the stairs I met the real culprit, who was in our house.