"How d'ye know she was innocent?"
"I could see it. She had large, dark eyes, so appealing and—she told me a most pathetic story afterward—and—why do you smile, Guardy?"
"I s'pose ye gave her all the money ye had with ye?" chuckled Baxter.
"I couldn't give her very much. I only had five pounds," answered the young American, her dignity somewhat ruffled.
"Hm! And ye gave her that?"
"Why, yes. I'm going to send her more. I take a great interest in that girl."
"Do, eh? Well, I wouldn't send her any more money. I wouldn't do it, Betty."
There was something in her guardian's tone that made Miss Thompson look at him in surprise and vague apprehension.
"Why not?" she asked.
"I guess you an' me'd better have a little talk, Betty," said Baxter kindly. "Ye remember I wrote ye a couple o' times about yer expenses in Paris and ye sent me back some pretty sharp opinions, the gist of it bein' that ye wanted to spend yer money accordin' to yer own ideas."