"If you go, take me in tow," said my uncle. "I needn't go in with you, but I can hang around outside, and if anything goes wrong, all you've got to do is to holler like all creation, and I'll come to the rescue."
"Oh, if Roger runs any risk, I'd rather he wouldn't go," exclaimed Kate, in alarm.
"I don't think the risk is very great," I returned. "Besides, I may find the missing statement. That is worth trying for."
"I shall be in dread until you return," she replied, with a grave shake of her head.
"When will you start?" asked Uncle Enos.
"About half past eight. It won't take over half an hour to reach his house."
We continued to discuss Mr. Woodward for some time, and also the action of the Models and what I should do on their score. My Uncle Enos was for prosecuting them, but the Widow Canby said that the future would bring its own punishment, and on this we rested.
"And now about my board," began Uncle Enos, during a dull in the conversation. "I must find a boarding-house for after to-night."
"Wouldn't you like to stay with the children?" asked Mrs. Canby.
"Yes, ma'am; indeed I would. To tell the truth, it's my intention sooner or later to offer them a home with me."