how impossible the situation is."

"I doubt if we can get her out," he said, as if the situation
were quite ordinary. "However, we can try. She seems very
comfortable. It's a pity to rouse her."

Here the prisoner in the furnace room broke out afresh. It
sounded as though he had taken a lump of coal and was attacking
the lock. Mr. Harbison followed the noise, and I could hear him
arguing, not gently.

"Another sound," he finished, "and you won't get out of here at
all, unless you crawl up the furnace pipe!"

When he came back, Bella was rousing. She lifted her head with
her eyes shut and then opened them one at a time, blinked, and
sat up. She didn't see him at first.

"You wretch!" she said ungratefully, after she had yawned. "Do
you know what time it is? And that--" Then she saw Mr. Harbison
and sat staring at him.

"This is Mr. Harbison," I said to her hastily. "He--he came with
Anne and Dal and--he is shut in, too."

By that time Bella had seen how handsome he was, and she took a
hair pin out of her mouth, and arched her eyebrows, which was
always Bella's best pose.

"I am Miss Knowles," she said sweetly (of course, the court had