"I have a favor to ask of you, Mr. Bradley," said O'Hara, shifting from one foot to another and as confused as a school-boy.
"Anything that you ask shall be granted, if it be in my power to grant it," replied Harvey with a fervor that could leave no doubt of his sincerity.
"It's a long distance to the village, and I will be glad if you will let me carry her."
He made as if he simply wished to assist the superintendent. The latter knew better, but he did not say so.
"I shall be glad to have your aid; you have had a rest for several days, and a little exercise like this won't hurt you."
Hugh brought forth his best coat and gathered it around Dollie, as if he was tucking her up in her trundle bed. Then Harvey placed her with much care in his arms and made sure they were fully prepared to go out doors.
The Hansell brothers quietly looked on during these proceedings. They felt that there was no special use for them, and therefore they kept in the background. The hound Nero showed much interest. He walked around Hugh and Harvey, whining and wagging his tail as if he thought his views ought to have some weight in the questions the couple were called upon to consider.
"Come, Nero," said his master, as he drew the door inward. The dog shot through like a flash and the tramp to the village was begun.
Hardly a word was spoken on the way, but when the house was reached Hugh handed his burden over to Harvey and, refusing to go in, started to move off. The superintendent put out his free hand.
"Hugh, I want you to come and see me to-morrow afternoon; will you do so?"