tracked me down I don’t know, but there she stood, bless her dear, intelligent old soul, like the rescue party in the last reel of a motion picture.
I didn’t wait. The spell was broken, and I legged it. As I went, I heard that lovely voice again.
“He shot arrows at my Tibby from a bow,” said this most deserving and excellent octogenarian.
For the next few days all was peace.
I saw comparatively little of Heloise. I found the strategic value of that water pipe outside my window beyond praise. I seldom left the house now by any other route.
It seemed to me that, if only the luck held like this, I might after all be able to stick this visit out for the full term of the sentence.
But meanwhile—as they say in the movies—
The whole family appeared to be present and correct as I came down to the drawing-room a couple of nights later. The Prof, Mrs. Prof, the two Exhibits, and the girl Heloise were scattered about at intervals. The cat slept on the rug, the canary in its cage. There was nothing, in short, to indicate that this was not just one of our ordinary evenings.
“Well, well, well!” I said, cheerily. “Hullo-ullo-ullo!”
I always like to make something in the nature of an entrance speech, it seeming to me to lend a chummy tone to the proceedings.
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