stood behind a tree. Susette was now discernible in the gloaming, a little white patch against the gathering darkness. She took the outside of the walk and would have passed her father unrecognized had not Phinny, falling behind his employer a few steps, thrust out his head to peer imprudently into her face.
"Why, Miss Susette! Ain't you lost?" he laughingly greeted.
Parker halted and swung on his heel, demanding, "You out walking alone?"
"Good evening, papa," she pertly responded. "It's perfectly proper to walk alone."
"It's also proper for you to walk with your father. Take my arm."
"But I wanted to go down the street a bit. I've been in the house for hours."
"Can't you get air enough on your own porch?" grumbled Parker.
"That's not exercise."
"Exercise, eh? Very well. Be back by nine. Phinny, you keep my daughter company. There are too many rough characters loose in this town for a young girl to be out alone."
"Yes, sir. Glad to look after Miss Susette," eagerly replied Phinny.
