THE POLICEWOMAN 
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Poor Stormy! He was very small indeed, 
beside her, and his conscience did not add one 
bit to his courage, for as we can see, he real¬ 
ized that he was in a very bad business. But 
he put on his best face and waited for the police 
woman to come up. 
She looked him over from his head to where 
his toes were. Honest, you’d have been sorry 
for Stormy if he hadn’t just been up to such bad 
tricks, the way she looked at him. 
“What you doing here?” she demanded, 
moving very close to him. 
“I will explain,” said Stormy, twisting 
uncomfortably, “you see, I’m quite a traveler, 
and—” 
“I wouldn’t doubt it. You look as if you 
were,” said the watch woman wisely. “And I 
suppose you’d like to get some of these boys to 
travel with you?” 
That was such a good guess that Stormy 
had not a word to say. 
