"I want to see you, Fanny; come with me," continued the terrible constable, beckoning her to follow him up the pier.
"What do you want of me?"
"I wish to speak with you a moment."
"I can't stop long, for we must hurry back with the boughs," added Fanny, who had no relish for a confidential conversation with such a man, for she at once surmised its topic.
"Are you looking for green boughs out on the end of that pier?" said he.
"We only went out there for a moment," pleaded Fanny, as she followed Mr. Long, but it was with the intention of darting away from him at a favorable moment.
But the constable stopped before he reached the head of the pier, which effectually prevented her retreat unless she jumped into the water.
"What do you want of me, Mr. Long?" she asked, with increasing boldness.
"Fanny, you have been very bad again," began the tormentor.
"No, I haven't."