"Good-evening, Ben," she said pleasantly. "So you came, after all."

 

Ben's face flushed with pleasure, for Rose Gardiner was, as we have said, the prettiest girl in Pentonville, and for this reason, as well as for her agreeable manners, was an object of attraction to the boys, who, while too young to be in love, were not insensible to the charms of a pretty face. I may add that Rose was the niece of the Rev¹. Mr. Gardiner, the minister of the leading church in the village.

 

"Good-evening, Rose," responded Ben, who was too well acquainted with the young lady to address her more formally; "I am glad to be in such company."

 

"I wish I could return the compliment," answered Rose, with a saucy² smile.

 

"Don't be too severe," said Ben, "or you will hurt my feelings."

 

"That would be a pity, surely; but how do do you happen to get off this evening? I thought you spent your evenings at the store."

 

"So I do, generally, but I was excused this evening for a special reason," and then he told of his adventure with the tramp.

 

Rose listened with eager attention.

 

"Weren't you terribly frightened?" she asked.

 

"No," answered Ben, adding, with a smile: "Even if I had been, I shouldn't like to confess it."

 

"I should have been so frightened that I would have screamed," continued the young lady.

 

"I didn't think of that," said Ben, amused. "I'll remember it next time."

 

"Oh, now I know you are laughing at me. Tell me truly, weren't you frightened?"

 

"I was only afraid I would lose Mr. Crawford's money. The tramp was stronger than I, and could have taken it from me if he had known I had it."

 

"You tricked him nicely. Where did he go? Do you think he is still in town?"

 

"He went into the woods. I don't think he is in the village. He would be afraid of being arrested."

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