suggested the policeman, worriedly.

The girl shook her head. “In Arcadia we don’t sit on benches. I should think you’d know that. Go on away, there’s a dear. I want to talk to this — to Pan.”

He persisted. “What’d your pa say, I’d like to know!” The girl shrugged her shoulders. Nick made as though to rise. He was worried. A nut, that’s what. She pressed him down again with a hard brown hand.

“Now it’s all right. He’s going. Old Fuss!” The policeman stood a brief moment longer. Then the foliage rustled again. He was gone. The girl sighed, happily. “Play that thing some more, will you? You’re a wiz at it, aren’t you?”