my boy; all right!"

"But--" began Rand. The hot blood flowed to his cheeks: he stammered,
and stopped short.

"It's all right, I say! Don't you mind! We'll pull you through."

"But, Mrs. Sol! what does she--"

"Rosey has taken the matter in hand, sir; and when that woman takes a
matter in hand, whether it's a baby or a rehearsal, sir, she makes it
buzz."

"But how did she know?" stammered Rand.

"How? Well, sir, the scene opened something like this," said Sol
professionally. "Curtain rises on me and Mrs. Sol. Domestic
interior: practicable chairs, table, books, newspapers. Enter Dr.
Duchesne,--eccentric character part, very popular with the
boys,--tells off-hand affecting story of strange woman--one 'more
unfortunate'--having baby in Eagle's Nest, lonely place on 'peaks
of Snowdon,' midnight; eagles screaming, you know, and far down
unfathomable depths; only attendant, cold-blooded ruffian, evidently
father of child, with sinister designs on child and mother."

"He didn't say THAT!" said Rand, with an agonized smile.

"Order! Sit down in front!" continued Sol easily. "Mrs. Sol--highly
interested, a mother herself--demands name of place. 'Table Mountain.'
No; it cannot be--it is! Excitement. Mystery! Rosey rises to