'Yes,' he whispered.

'God bless you! God bless you, Dickie!' she said catching him to her
heart and kissing his cheek. 'I guessed it. I do not know if it was
right, but it was brave and true, and I love you for it.'

'Don't cry,' Dick said consolingly; 'it'll all come out happy--it always
does you know.' This was the philosophy of the Waddy Library, and Dick
had the most perfect faith in its teachings.

'Thank you, dear. I am going to ask you to do something more for me. I am
afraid this is not right either. I know it is not right, but we cannot
always do what is right--our hearts won't let us sometimes. Will you help
me?'

'Yes,' he said valiantly, and would have liked nothing better at that
moment than to have been called upon to face a fire-breathing dragon on
her behalf.

'I want you to go to Yarraman and buy these things for me.'

She gave him money and a list of articles with the help of which she
hoped to effect a disguise for her father that would enable him to leave
the district. It was a very prosaic service, Dick thought, but he
undertook it cheerfully.

'I want you to tell no one what you are going for. Catch the
three-o'clock coach near the Bo Peep, and answer no questions.'