The policeman said something bad under his
breath, then advised Lily to run home to her rna,
and started down the road.

When he was out of sight, Lily drew back the
pink-and-white things from Johnny's face. "Well,
you didn't kill her this time," said she.

"Why do you s'pose she didn't tell all about it?"
said Johnny, gaping at her.

"How do I know? I suppose she was ashamed
to tell how she had been fighting, maybe."

"No, that was not why," said Johnny in a deep
voice.

"Why was it, then?"

"SHE KNEW."

Johnny began to climb out of the baby-carriage.

"What will she do next, then?" asked Lily.

"I don't know," Johnny replied, gloomily.

He was out of the carriage then, and Lily was
readjusting the pillows and things. "Get that nice
embroidered pillow I threw over the bushes," she