asleep, my brain, and hand are busiest. Now you see what a suspicious
character your father and mother have harbored in their unquestioning
hospitality."

The young lady looked at me with a thoroughly perplexed and half
alarmed expression,

"My gracious!" she exclaimed. "What do you do?"

"You do not look as if 'inclined to mercy,'" I replied. "Mr. Yocomb
and Miss Warren believe in the terrors of the law, so I have decided
to make a full confession to Mrs. Yocomb after supper. I think that I
am one of the 'transgressors' that she could 'coax.'"

After a momentary and puzzled glance at my laughing critic, Mrs.
Yocomb said:

"Emily Warren knows thy secret."

"So you have told Emily Warren, but will not tell us," Adah
complained, in a piqued tone and manner.

"Indeed, you are mistaken. Miss Warren found me out by intuition. I am
learning that there is no occasion to tell her things: she sees them."

Mr. Yocomb's face wore a decidedly puzzled look, and contained also
the suggestion of an apt guess.

"Well," he said, "thee has shown the shrewdness of an editor, and a
Yankee one at that."