“Do you want to earn ten dollars?” he demanded; “then chase yourself to the village and bring the constable.” Lady Moya exclaimed bitterly, Lord Ivy swore, Kinney in despair uttered a dismal howl and dropped his head in his hands. “It’s no use, Mr. Aldrich,” I said. Seated in the stern, the others had hidden me from the fisherman. Now I stood up and he saw me. I laid one hand on his, and pointed to the tin badge on his suspender. “He is the village constable himself,” I explained. I turned to the lovely lady. “Lady Moya,” I said, “I want to introduce you to my father!” I pointed to the vine-covered cottage. “That’s my home,” I said. I pointed to the sleeping town. “That,” I told her, “is the village of Fairport. Most of it belongs to father. You are all very welcome.” End of Project Gutenberg’s The Make-Believe Man, by Richard Harding Davis