nine cases out of ten, sends us to the aid of a fugitive?
Tilly, the unconscious despot of her own mother, promptly aided
and abetted Solon's rebel mother in her flight.

"Not if _I_ carry it," said she, snatching up the bird-cage;
"run inside that den where they sell refreshments; he'll see
ME and go somewhere else."

It fell out precisely as she planned. They heard Solon demanding
a lady with a bird-cage of the agent; they heard the agent's reply,
given with official indifference, "There she is, inside."
Directly, Solon, a small man with an anxious mien, ran into
the waiting-room, flung a glance of disappointment at Tilly,
and ran out again.

Tilly went to her client. "Did he look like he was anxious?"
was the mother's greeting. "Oh, I just know he and Minnie
will be hunting me everywhere. Maybe I had better go home,
'stead of to Baxter."

"No, you hadn't," said Tilly, with decision. "Mother's going
to Baxter, too, and if you like, minnit you're safely off,
I'll go tell your folks."

"You're real kind, I'd be ever so much obliged. And you don't
mind your ma travelling alone? ain't that nice for her!"
She seemed much cheered by the prospect of company and
warmed into confidences.

"I am kinder lonesome, sometimes, that's a fact," said she,