"So you see, I've got to sell my car."
"Mebbe I could git the money for you—ye can borry it of me," suggested the selectman.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Moore! That's more than kind. But I wouldn't know when or how I could pay you back. And Uncle Jase can't possibly help me—if he would. I am going to tell you frankly, Mr. Moore, the folks don't approve of my going down there to find father."
"No? Wal, it's not to be wondered at."
"But, don't you see? I've just got to go, Mr. Moore. And I must sell my car to get the money to pay my fare. You can have it for——" she pondered and then mentioned a sum that she thought was a bargain price indeed, even for a car that had been run as far as this Kremlin. "You can have it for that—and for one other thing."
"Huh? A string to it?" he demanded.
"Your silence is involved. You must not tell anybody you have bought the car till I get out of town. I am going to run away, Mr. Moore, and you must help me if you wish to own this automobile."
CHAPTER XII
NELSON DOES NOT UNDERSTAND
Janice came back from Middletown with several bundles. She had been shopping, she told Aunt 'Mira; but she did not mention the fact that she had drawn her last fifty dollars from the bank.