Bessie, who had taken everything in, disappeared into the store, and returned with a small object which she offered Greg. Said she: "If you're going to break into the house—mind, I didn't say I held by any such foolishness, but if you're going to do it anyway, better take my glass-cutter. It may come in handy."
"Bessie, you've got a better head than any of us!" cried Greg—"or maybe you're more experienced in house-breaking."
"Go along with you! Mind you bring it back safe. I can't sell window glass without something to cut it."
When they were ready to start, Greg ran up-stairs to bid good-by to Amy. He told her what they designed to do.
It was at the hour of the night when human vitality is at its ebb. The plucky lip trembled. "Must you?" she faltered. "On top of everything to-night?"
"It must be at once, while he is off his guard. He does not yet know of your escape."
"If I could only go too! But to wait here in suspense—how can I endure it?"
"Oh, this is a simple job."
"Simple! You don't know Francisco."
"I must go. Send me with a smile."