simply hold the judgment without levy."

"All right, miss," said the deputy, not ill-pleased to hold himself in
this superior attitude to Jeff.

"And--"

"Yes, miss?"

She looked steadily at him. "Mr. Briggs told my father that he would pay
you ten dollars for the privilege of staying here."

"Yes, miss."

"And, of course, THAT'S not necessary now."

"No-o, miss."

A very small white hand--a mere child's hand--was here extended, palm
uppermost.

The official, demoralized completely, looked at it a moment, then went
into his pockets and counted out into the palm the coins given by Jeff;
they completely filled the tiny receptacle.

Miss Mayfield counted the money gravely, and placed it in her
portemonnaie with a snap.

Certain qualities affect certain natures. This practical business act of
the diminutive beauty before him--albeit he was just ten dollars out