would tell. Somehow Lily, although a little, be-
frilled girl, gave an impression of having a knowledge
of a square deal almost as much as a boy would;
but what boy could tell with a certainty what such
an uncertain creature as a girl might or might not
do? Moreover, Johnny had a weakness, a hidden,
Spartanly hidden, weakness for Lily. He rather
wished to have her act as partner in his great enter-
prise. He therefore gruffly assented.

"All right," he said, "you can be in it. But just
you look out. You'll see what happens if you tell."

"She can't be in it; she's nothing but a girl,"
said Arnold Carruth, fiercely.

Lily Jennings lifted her chin and surveyed him
with queenly scorn. "And what are you?" said she.
"A little boy with curls and baby socks."

Arnold colored with shame and fury, and subsided.
"Mind you don't tell," he said, taking Johnny's cue.

"I sha'n't tell," replied Lily, with majesty. "But
you'll tell yourselves if you talk one side of trees
without looking on the other."

There was then only a few moments before
Madame's musical Japanese gong which announced
the close of intermission should sound, but three