The purse had not contained much money--eleven or twelve dollars, if she remembered rightly--but that was gone. At Lem's door she paused, listening, for she heard subdued noises within the room. She opened the door suddenly. The boy stood in the full moonlight, fully dressed and his ragged straw hat on his head, just as he had come in from his visit to his father. He turned as the door opened and the next moment Miss Susan had him by the collar. He tried to pull away toward the window, but she held him fast and he fell and was on his feet again in an instant, kicking and striking. Miss Susan held tight to the collar. The small stand holding the ewer and basin toppled and fell with a crashing of queensware, and almost before the noise ceased Lorna and Henrietta were at the door. A minute later Freeman came, and Lorna fled, being too lightly clad. “Grab him! Grab the little rat!” Susan cried, and Freeman clasped the boy from behind, slipping his hands under his arms, and spreading his own feet wide apart to escape the kicks the sob-bingly angry boy dealt with his bare heels. “You leave me alone,” Lem sobbed, doubling his kicks and jerking to set himself free. Miss Susan, as Freeman tightened his grip, felt in the boy's pockets, bringing forth a silver dollar, but no more. “Lem! Lem, dear!” The boy looked up. Henrietta was standing in the doorway, her voice commanding but soothing. In the instant before Freeman or Susan could turn their heads toward her, she closed her eyes and stiffened her body. At the moment Lem was too angry to heed her, but, in another moment, he felt that his struggles were useless, and he grasped what she meant. Suddenly he grew white and rigid and lay in Freeman's arms, stiffly inert. “I was afraid of that! I was afraid of that!” Henrietta said, and she went to take Lem from Freeman. Miss Susan, one hand comforting the side of her face where one of Lem's blows had fallen, scowled at the boy. “The thief!” she exclaimed angrily. “The miserable, low, thieving brat! He robbed my purse. I 'll show him! I 'll see that he gets what he deserves now! Fit or no fit he does not stay in my house another hour.” Henrietta paid no attention to her. Lorna was at the door now, a robe thrown around her. “What was it?” she asked. “What did he do?” “He stole from me,” said Miss Susan. “He robbed my purse. And out he goes!” “But not to-night,” said Henrietta, braving her. “Not while he is like this.” She tried to lift him, but he was too heavy. “Take him, Freeman,” she said. Freeman lifted the boy and turned toward the bed. “Not there,” said Henrietta. “In my room. He is not wanted here, but my room is my own. To-morrow, if Miss Redding wishes, Lem and I will go. Come, Freeman.” CHAPTER XV