"Oh, Angelina was just going to tell us about him," said Mrs. Stratford, trying to repress certain suspicions regarding Angelina that had come to her since the girl had said that she knew the intruder. "It was this way," continued Angelina, pleased, as usual, to be the centre of interest. "It was my mother he took the money from a long time ago, when she lived at the North End. It was the money that was to take us to the country, that Miss Brenda and her Club had made at a bazaar; and he went off to some far country, and now he's come back, I suppose he'll go on stealing. Miss Brenda had to make up the money out of her own allowance, because she had been careless in giving the money too soon to my mother. So if you had caught this thief, Mister--" here Angelina hesitated, not knowing Balfour's name,--"we might have recovered what he took." "I'm sorry that I did not," replied the young man, "but I'll do my best to help some one else catch him." A little later Mr. Gamut and Balfour walked off together, and the Red Knoll household, left to itself, talked over the exciting evening. Mr. Gamut and Balfour had both offered to stay, or even to sit up all night if Mrs. Stratford or the girls felt timid. But at last all agreed that the intruder had been so effectually put to flight that there was no danger of his returning. That night Martine's dreams were filled with visions of a burglar chasing Balfour, with Mr. Gamut in a white muslin skirt following closely in pursuit. They were all late for breakfast, and were still at the table when the grocer brought the mail. There was but one letter for Martine, and she read it eagerly. "What do you think?" she asked, when she had finished. "Elinor is going to stay over at York on her way to the mountains. She is to be at the Hotel for a day or two. Oh, I wish that she could stay here! What do you think, mamma? she could be comfortable in my room, and I would take the little one next." "Certainly, my dear, you may ask her as soon as she arrives. When does she arrive?" "Why, it must be to-day--for this is Thursday. I wonder why the letter was so slow. I'll go over as soon as the work is done." Now it happened that Elinor herself made the first visit, as she had come in from Portsmouth on an early train. After they had talked of other things for half an hour, Martine told Elinor of their excitement of the evening before. "Are you sure he didn't take anything?" asked Elinor. "I should think you wouldn't have slept a wink. I should have been awake all night after such a fright." "I can't say I was frightened; it seemed rather funny. Do come upstairs with me now. I must see what the man left behind." Elinor followed Martine upstairs. "Why, Martine, what is this?" she cried, raising the white skirt "It is--why, it must be the gown I lost Class Day--and this--it really is my trunk," and she gave Martine a severe glance as she bent toward a small trunk in the corner.