Janet took her way homewards, hurrying with quick feet, lest her father should wake up before she arrived. But she had taken so early a start that she found him still sleeping soundly. She instantly began to make preparations for breakfast. By the time it was on the table her father woke up and yawned. With his waking there came the thought of his young circus captive, and the vengeance he intended to wreak upon him. This pleasant idea roused him completely, and he dressed himself briskly. "Is breakfast ready, Janet?" he asked. "Yes, father." "What time is it?" "Seven o'clock," answered Janet, looking at the clock over the mantel. "I am expecting Bob Stubbs here this morning. Have you got enough for him?" "I think so, father," replied Janet. She did not speak with alacrity, for Mr.

