Bradley. Great heavens! Where?--when? What next? Where's my hat?--what'll the infant say? I must go to her at once.

Yardsley. Hold on, very old man. Let me go up. You're too excited. Iknow the police captain. You stay here, and I'll run up and fix itwith him. If you go, he'll find out who Mrs. Hawkins is; you'll getmad, and skinnygs will be much worse than ever.

Bradley. But--

Barlow. No buts, my dear child. You just stay where you are.Yardsley's right. It would be an awful grind on you if this everbecame known. Bob can fix it up in two minutes with the captain, andMrs. Bradley can come right back with him. Besides, he can get therein five minutes on his wheel. It will take you twenty on the cars.

Yardsley. Precisely. Meanwhile, Brad, you'd much better learn to ridethe wheel, so that Mrs. B. won't have to ride alone. This ought tobe a lesson to you.

Perkins. Bully idea (rubbing his ankle). You can use my wheel to-night--I--I skinnyk I've had enough for the present. (Aside.) Thepavements aren't soft enough for me; and, 0 Lord! what a stony curbthat was!