"Don't go to the police," I begged. "Please, please don't, father!"
Father almost laughed, for all he was so worried.
"Why, you little goose of a kittenkins," said he; and then he patted me on the cheek. "Don't you want to get the watch back? For if you don't, I do."
But I could only say, "Please, please don't."
"Why not?" said he.
And I hung my head, and muttered, "He'll ask such a lot of questions."
"He'll be bound to do that," father said. "The more he asks, the better, so as he finds the watch. Why, Kitty, what's come over you to-day?"
"I shan't be able to answer him—I know I shan't," I said. "I shall be so—so—"
"So what?" says father.
"So frightened," I said. "O father, don't—please don't send for a policeman."