"Oh, you're looking lots better than when I saw you Monday, young man!" "I am better," caroled David; "and to-day I'm 'specially better, because Mr.Jack has been here." "Oh, has Mr.Jack been to see you to-day ?" There was an indefinable change in Miss Holbrook's voice.
"Yes, right now.

Why, he was here when you were driving into the yard." Miss Holbrook gave a perceptible start and looked about her a little wildly.
"Here when--But I didn't meet him anywhere--in the hall." "He didn't go through the hall," laughed David gleefully.

"He went right through that window there." "The window!" An angry flush mounted to Miss Holbrook's forehead.
"Indeed, did he have to resort to that to escape--" She bit her lip and stopped abruptly.
David's eyes widened a little.
"Escape?
Oh, HE wasn't the one that was escaping.

It was Perry.

Mr.
Jack was afraid he'd lose him.