THE POLICEWOMAN 
'H, hah!” exclaimed Old 
Tramp Stormy Petrel, rub¬ 
bing his hands together, and 
nearly losing his balance as 
_ _ _ he lowered himself to the 
ground. “Just as I hoped it 
would be. Here, down by the river are half the 
young people of the village with no old folks 
to stop a fellow who wants to talk to them.” 
He had just reached ‘the ground by this 
time, and in a very few moments he walked up 
to the group of Penguin boys and made his 
very best bow. 
“How do you do?” he said smiling. 
“You’re a fine lot of young gentlemen.” The 
boys all blushed and twisted their hands awk¬ 
wardly behind their backs, but said nothing. 
“My name’s Petrel, Stormy Petrel,” said 
the old tramp, sitting down on a large rock 
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