"It might be done in a pinch," he finally muttered.
"What, Tom?"
"She's such a little mite that her weight wouldn't amount to much, if only she had the nerve to do it, Jack."
"Do you mean that you'd be willing to carry Bessie off with us? To help her escape from her guardian? I'm sure he must be treating her badly, or else she wouldn't be sobbing her poor little heart out, as we heard her."
"That would have to depend a whole lot on Bessie."
"As far as that goes I know she's a gritty little person," Jack instantly remarked. "Many times she said to me she wished she were a boy so that she might also learn to fly and fight for France against the detested Kaiser. Why, she even told me she had gone up with an aviator who exhibited down at a Florida resort, one having a hydro-airplane in which he took people up. And Bessie declared she didn't have the least fear."
"That sounds good to me, Jack."
"Then let's get busy, and try to let her know we're here," continued Jack.
"First of all, we'll get under the open window where she must have been standing at the time we heard her crying. I think I saw a move-
