THE ENCHANTED HAT
"What do you want?" she asked, in a panting whisper. "There isn't a penny in the house!"
Goodness! if the girl didn't take me for a burglar!
"Do you think I'm a burglar?" I gasped.
"But,"—piteously.
"I am simply here to do you a service; and it is a service."
"There are no jewels save these rings. Take them and go." She stripped her fingers and held the rings toward me.
I flushed hotly. "Will you do me the honor to listen to me?" I asked, as calmly as I could. "Put back those rings; otherwise I shall regret that I
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