The Pretenderette followed slowly.

Outside, a couple of Dutch dolls in check suits were passing, arm in arm.
'Help!' cried Lucy suddenly, and the Dutch dolls paused and took their hats off.
'What is it ?' the taller doll asked, stroking his black painted moustache.
'Mr.Noah said all citizens were bound to help us,' said Lucy a little breathlessly.
'But of course,' said the shorter doll, bowing with stiff courtesy.
'Then,' said Lucy, 'will you _please_ take that motor person away and put her somewhere where she can't bother till we've done the carpet ?' 'Delighted,' exclaimed the agreeable Dutch strangers, darted up the steps and next moment emerged with the form of the Pretenderette between them, struggling indeed, but struggling vainly.
'You need not have the slightest further anxiety,' the taller Dutchman said; 'dismiss the incident from your mind.

We will take her to the hall of justice.

Her offence is bothering people in pursuit of their duty.
The sentence is imprisonment for as long as the botheree chooses.
Good-morning.' 'Oh, _thank you_!' said both the children together.
When they were alone, Philip said--and it was not easy to say it: 'That was jolly clever of you, Lucy.

I should never have thought of it.' 'Oh, that's nothing,' said Lucy, looking down.