One never knows where they stop.' One evening, after a sitting prolonged to the last limit of the light, Dick was roused from a nap by a broken voice in Torpenhow's room.

He jumped to his feet.

'Now what ought I to do?
It looks foolish to go in .-- Oh, bless you, Binkie!' The little terrier thrust Torpenhow's door open with his nose and came out to take possession of Dick's chair.

The door swung wide unheeded, and Dick across the landing could see Bessie in the half-light making her little supplication to Torpenhow.

She was kneeling by his side, and her hands were clasped across his knee.
'I know,--I know,' she said thickly.