Black. "Let's sit here on the doorstep—I'm sure I could listen more comfortably if there were not so many excited girls dancing on my best toes."
So Mr. Black, with a girl at each side, and two at his feet, heard the story from beginning to end, and he seemed to find it much more amusing than the girls had at any time considered it. He simply roared with laughter when Bettie apologised about Bob and the tin.
"Well," said he, when the recital was ended, and he had shown the girls Mabel's telegram, and thoroughly delighted Mabel had been praised and enthusiastically hugged by the other three, "I have heard of cottages with more than one key. Suppose you see, Bettie, if anything on this ring will fit that keyhole."
Three of the flat, slender keys did not, but the fourth turned easily in the lock. Bettie opened the door.
"Possession," said Mr. Black, with a
