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lacy coverlets, presumably sheltering a sleeping infant. Lily was a very
keen little girl. She had sense enough not to run. The two men, at the
sight of Aunt Janet prostrate in the road, leaped out of their buggies.
The doctor's horse stood still; the policeman's trotted away, to Lily's
great relief. She could not imagine Johnny's own father haling him away
to state prison and the stern Arm of Justice. She stood the fire of
bewildered questions in the best and safest fashion. She wept bitterly,
and her tears were not assumed. Poor little Lily was all of a sudden
crushed under the weight of facts. There was Aunt Janet, she had no
doubt, killed by her own nephew, and she was hiding the guilty murderer.
She had visions of state prison for herself. She watched fearfully
while the two men bent over the prostrate woman, who very soon began to
sputter and gasp and try to sit up.

"What on earth is the matter, Janet?" inquired Dr. Trumbull, who was
paler than his sister-inlaw. In fact, she was unable to look very pale
on account of dust.

"Ow!" sputtered Aunt Janet, coughing violently, "get me up out of this
dust, John. Ow!"

"What was the matter?"

"Yes, what has happened, madam?" demanded the chief of police, sternly.

"Nothing," replied Aunt Janet, to Lily's and Johnny's amazement. "What
do you think has happened? I fell down in all this nasty dust. Ow!"

"What did you eat for luncheon, Janet?" inquired Dr. Trumbull, as he
assisted his sister-inlaw to her feet.

"What I was a fool to eat," replied Janet Trumbull, promptly. "Cucumber
salad and lemon jelly with whipped cream."

"Enough to make anybody have indigestion," said Dr. Trumbull. "You have
had one of these attacks before, too, Janet. You remember the time you
ate strawberry shortcake and ice-cream?"

Janet nodded meekly. Then she coughed again. "Ow, this dust!" gasped
she. "For goodness' sake, John, get me home where I can get some water
and take off these dusty clothes or I shall choke to death."

"How does your stomach feel?" inquired Dr. Trumbull.

"Stomach is all right now, but I am just choking to death with the
dust." Janet turned sharply toward the policeman. "You have sense enough
to keep still, I hope," said she. "I don't want the whole town ringing
with my being such an idiot as to eat cucumbers and cream together and
being found this way." Janet looked like an animated creation of dust as
she faced the chief of police.

"Yes, ma'am," he re