"Here," said 'Phonse, offering Billy the locket, "take it to her."
Billy shook his head. "'Phonse, you come in the wood-shed, and sit in the corner where nobody'll see you, while I ask my mother for some clothes for us. Then you can give auntie the locket yourself."
"Won't you catch it?" asked 'Phonse; "you don't look very nice, Billy."
"You do what I tell you," remarked Billy. "My mother's the kind you can explain things to. I don't want the company to see me, though, so I guess I'll whistle for Betty."
Betty quickly appeared in answer to the whistle.
"Why, Billy Grannis!" she began, and then how she laughed.
"Keep still, Bet, there is a boy in the wood-shed that's cold. He hasn't on very much clothes, and he wants something to wear home."
That was all 'Phonse heard, as Billy was led into the house. The little fellow returned in a moment, dragging a cape. "Here, 'Phonse, Betty sent you this to wrap up in, and Betty says come in by the kitchen fire."
"I won't do it," was the reply.