There was a heavy step on the porch and Bartlett turned quickly with sickening fear. It was Alphonse come from putting the cars away in the shed beside the barn. Bartlett wiped his brow and swallowed heavily. This was terrible, this being in another man’s house unlawfully. The utterly hopeless inability to explain satisfactorily took all one’s nerves away. He glanced at the other four, merrily unconscious of his ghastly discovery, their thoughts filled only with the desire to eat. "Billy," said he sharply, "what are you doing in that closet? Come away at once." "I was only trying to find a bucket," stammered Billy. "Those things don’t belong to you. You have no right there." And Bartlett sternly and promptly shut the door. Billy drew back hurt. "I don’t see why it is so wrong to break into a man’s pantry," said she, "after you have broken into his house. Besides, Daddy, you have known these people all your life." "That’s the trouble," said Bartlett desperately, with a rush, "I don’t know these people. I have never been here before." He glared defiantly at the general, daring him to suggest the blue book. For a moment no one spoke. Alphonse at the door, hat in hand, the general by the table, another prematurely acquired sandwich in his hand half way to his mouth, Henrietta, busy with the flame of the tiny alcohol lamp, Billy before him, the Watermelon on the edge of the dresser where he had seated himself, all stared in dull surprise. The Watermelon broke the silence. "Better to break into another man’s house than have him break into yours," said he. He glanced at Bartlett with just the flicker of amusement in his mild gray eyes, thinking that Bartlett had got lost already, deliberately, with the intention of spending the greater part of the following day finding themselves, and so successfully passing one day of the seven. Bartlett glanced at the young man and flushed. It seemed to him for one fleeting moment that the youth with the sleepy eyes knew a bit more than Bartlett cared to have him know, cared to have any one know, that he even seemed to suspect him of having got lost on purpose. Then the sleepy eyes turned again to Billy and the older man told himself that he was mistaken. He was growing nervous and reading his own intentions in every one’s eyes. He strove to regain the mastery of his nerves by airy indifference. "A slight mistake," said he. "Ah, yes," said Henrietta, "as when you go off with another man’s umbrella." She turned down the flame, which threatened a conflagration, and put the cap on, extinguishing the lamp. One did not take tea in another’s house when one had entered by mistake and through the window. One merely got out again, quietly and with no unavoidable delay. The general, with rare nerve, took a bite from the sandwich and laid it on the table. He drew his handkerchief and wiped his hands. "I will get the blue book," he began busily, his mouth still rather full.