he said sternly.

“By chance or God’s grace,” said Valancy.

“With this jail-bird — at ten o’clock at night!” said Uncle Wellington.

Valancy turned to Barney. The moon had escaped from its dragon and in its light her eyes were full of deviltry.

“Are you a jail-bird?”

“Does it matter?” said Barney, gleams of fun in his eyes.

“Not to me. I only asked out of curiosity,” continued Valancy.

“Then I won’t tell you. I never satisfy curiosity.” He turned to Uncle Wellington and his voice changed subtly.