they were rolling on the ground. Then I
thought of the flash-light, and turned it on them; and that
motor-cycle man saw just how things were, and he jumped in, and
grabbed the burglar; and then all of a sudden the yard was full of men
and boys and a terrible noise and clanging, and the fire-engine and
hook and ladder came rushing up, Cloudy! You didn't tell them there
was a fire, did you? I didn't. I told that telephone girl there was a
burglar and to send a policeman. But somehow she got it that the house
was on fire. And Jane Bristol was in the house, with the baby in her
arms and the other little children asleep in their cribs; and she
didn't know what was happening because she didn't dare to open the
window."

Into the midst of the excitement and explanations there came a loud
knock on the door, and Allison sprang up, and went to see who was
there. A young man with dishevelled garments, hair standing on end,
and face much streaked with mud and dust stood there. A motor-cycle
leaned against the end of the porch.

"Pardon me," he said half shyly. "I saw the light, and thought some
one was up yet. Did the lady drop this? I found it in the grass when I
went back to hunt for my key-ring. It was right where she stood."

He held forth his hand, and there dropped from his fingers a slender
white, gleaming thing.

Allison flashed on the porch-light, and looked at it.

"Leslie, is this yours?"

The motor-cycle man looked up, and there stood the princess, her rosy
garments like the mist of dawn glowing in the light of fire and lamp,
her tumbled golden curls, her eyes bright with recent tears, her
cheeks pink with excitement. He had seen her dimly a little while
before in a long velvet cloak and a little concealing head-scarf,
standing in a motor-car shooting with a steady hand, and again coming
with swift feet to her brother's side in the grass after he was
released from the burglar's hold; but he had not caught the look of
her face. Now he stood speechless, and stared at the lovely
apparition. Was it possible that this lovely child had been the cool,
brave girl in the car?

Leslie had put her hand to her throat with a quick cry, and found it
bare.

"My string of pearls!" she said. "How careless of me not to have
noticed they were gone! I'm so glad you found them! They are the ones
that mamma used to have." Then, looking up for the first time, she
said:

"Oh, you are the young man who saved my brother's life. Won'