“Riverbank Loses Only Saint,” the headline said. “Little Brother of Stray Dogs Departs for Parts Unknown. Holy Life Too Strenuous For Saint Harvey of Riverbank.” Lorna and Johnnie, it seemed, had already breakfasted. Henrietta, leaving the three to laugh over the article in the paper, went to the dining-room and through it into the kitchen, where Miss Susan was thumping at a piece of wet wood in her stove, using the lid-lifter. “Lem has run away,” Henrietta said without preliminaries. “And good riddance. Hope I never set eyes on him again, the mean thief! Him and his pa, indeed! Robbin' and cheatin'!” “No, Lem's not a thief. Here is the money you missed.” Miss Susan looked at the bills. “What's that money? I got mine off of him. He did n't go and steal it over again? You don't mean to tell me that young--” “No. It wasn't your money you found on him. That was money his father gave him--to run away with, I suppose. He did not take your money at all. Miss Susan, Freeman has gone.” Miss Susan put down the lid-lifter and turned to Henrietta. “Gone? Run off, you mean? Well, a nice kettle of fish him and you are, I must say, you and your fine husband, lyin' and fightin' with Carter Bruce all over my front yard, and makin' love to Gay and Johnnie! I never heard of such go-ings-on in all my born days. What'd that worthless husband of yours run of! for?” She looked at Henrietta keenly. “It was him stole my money, was n't it?” she said. “Yes.” “Then he's good riddance, and that's all I've got to say about that,” said Susan. “And the farther that worthless Lem goes and the longer he stays, the better I 'll like it. When you going?” “Now. Any time. Whenever you wish,” said Henrietta. “You can't go too soon to suit me,” said Miss Susan. “I've had enough and a plenty of the whole lot of you. If you want to get yourself some breakfast you can, and if you don't want to, you need n't, but I hope I won't see you around too long. I've got to get your room ready for the next boarder that comes, and I'd like to have it empty by noon.” Henrietta hesitated, but only for a moment. “Of course I'll go if you want me to go, Miss Susan,” she said cheerfully. “You've been very kind and patient with me. I just want to thank you for that. I 'll never forget that. I _will_ have breakfast before I go. I'm ravenous this morning.” She found the coffee-pot on the back of the stove, and Miss Susan grudgingly opened the oven door and let Henrietta see where her breakfast had been kept warm. Henrietta carried it to the dining-room. She was eating when Johnnie Alberson came in and took a seat opposite her. “I'm going away,” she said. “You! Going away! Where? What for?” he asked. “Miss Susan needs my room; she expects another boarder.” “But, hold on! You don't mean it, do you? Where are you going?” “I don't know--yet. Away from Riverbank, I suppose. I have n't had time to think yet. She just told me.”