Mr. Hazelton appeared the next morning with two men--an architect and a landscape gardener. Rachel was in the summerhouse, and the first she knew of their presence was the sound of talking outside. "You'll want to grade it down there," she heard a strange voice say, "and fill in that little hollow; clear away all those rubbishy posies, and mass your flowering shrubs in the background. Those roses are no particular good, I fancy; we'll move such as are worth anything, and make a rose-bed on the south side--we'll talk over the varieties you want, later. Of course these apple-trees and those lilacs will be cut down, and this summerhouse will be out of the way. You'll be surprised--a few changes will do wonders, and--" He stopped abruptly. A woman, tall, flushed, and angry-eyed, stood before him in the path. She opened her lips, but no sound came--Mr. Hazelton was lifting his hat. The flush faded, and her eyes closed as though to shut out some painful sight; then she bowed her head with a proud gesture, and sped along the way to the house. Once inside, she threw herself, sobbing, upon the bed. Tabitha found her there an hour later. "You poor dear--they've gone now," she comforted. Rachel raised her head. "They're going to cut down everything--every single thing!" she gasped. "I know it," choked Tabitha, "and they're going to tear out lots of doors inside, and build in windows and things. Oh, Rachel,--what shall we do?" "I don't know, oh, I don't know!" moaned the woman on the bed, diving into the pillows and hugging them close to her head. "We--we might give up selling--he said we could if we wanted to." "But there's Ralph!" "I know it. Oh, dear--what can we do?" Rachel suddenly sat upright. "Do? Why, we'll stand it, of course. We just mustn't mind if he turns the house into a hotel and the yard into a--a pasture!" she said hysterically. "We must just think of Ralph and of his being a doctor. Come, let's go to the village and see if we can rent that tenement of old Mrs. Goddard's." With a long sigh and a smothered sob, Tabitha went to get her hat. Mrs. Goddard greeted the sisters effusively, and displayed her bits of rooms and the tiny square of yard with the plainly expressed wish that the place might be their home. The twins said little, but their eyes were troubled. They left with the promise to think it over and let Mrs. Goddard know. "I didn't suppose rooms could be so little," whispered Tabitha, as they closed the gate behind them. "We couldn't grow as much as a sunflower in that yard," faltered Rachel. "Well, anyhow, we could have some houseplants!"--Tabitha tried to speak cheerfully. "Indeed we could!" agreed Rachel, rising promptly to her sister's height; "and, after all, little rooms are lots cheaper to heat than big ones." And there the matter ended for the time being. Mr. Hazelton and the lawyer with the necessary papers appeared a few days later. As the lawyer took off his hat he handed a letter to Miss Rachel.