by her apparent indifference to the revelation he had made of his
character.

"Auntie Sue,"--she answered,--"just Auntie Sue. Come,--we must go."

"How in the world can I ever face her!" groaned Brian.

"You won't get the chance at her, for awhile, with me around;--she will
be so busy with me that she won't notice anything wrong with you. So
you will get accustomed to the conspiracy feeling before you are even
suspected of conspiring. You know, when one has once arrived at the
state of not feeling like a liar, one can lie with astonishing success.
Haven't you found it so?"

They laughed together over this as they went toward the house.

As they reached the porch, Betty Jo whispered a last word of
instruction: "You better find Judy, and fix her the first thing;--fix
her good and hard. Here is Auntie Sue now. Don't worry about her
noticing anything strange about you. I'll attend to her."

And the next minute, Betty Jo had the dear old lady in her arms.



CHAPTER XV.

A MATTER OF BUSINESS.