The "old cat" was Hannah. I told you she and he were often at daggers drawn. Hannah had a chronic complaint in the shape of ill-temper, and Tod called her names to her face. Upon going in to ask her for the gauze, he found her dressing Hugh and Lena to go out, and she just turned him out of the nursery, and told him not to bother her then with his gauze and his wants. Lena ran after Tod; she liked him better than all of us put together. She had on a blue silk frock, and a white straw hat with daisies round it; open-worked stockings were on her pretty little legs. By which we saw she was about to be taken out for show. "What are you going to do with her, Tod?" "I'm going to hide her," answered Tod, in his decisive way. "Keep where you are, Johnny." Lena enjoyed the rebellion. In a minute or two Tod came back alone. He had left her between the ricks in the three-cornered field, and told her not to come out. Then he went off to the front of the house, and I stood inside the barn, talking to Mack, who was hammering away at the iron of the cart-wheel. Out came Hannah by-and-by. She had been dressing herself as well as Hugh. "Miss Lena!" No answer. Hannah called again, and then came up the fold-yard, looking about. "Master Johnny, have you seen the child?" "What child?" I was not going to spoil Tod's sport by telling her. "Miss Lena. She has got off somewhere, and my mistress is waiting for her in the basket-chaise." "I see her just now along of Master Joseph," spoke up Mack, arresting his noisy hammer. "See her where?" asked Hannah. "Close here, a-going that way." He pointed to the palings and gate that divided the yard from the three-cornered field. Hannah ran there and stood looking over. The ricks were within a short stone's throw, but Lena kept close. Hannah called out again, and threw her gaze over the empty field. "The child's not there. Where can she have got to, tiresome little thing?" In the house, and about the house, and out of the house, as the old riddle says, went Hannah. It was jolly to see her. Mrs. Todhetley and Hugh were seated patiently in the basket-chaise before the hall-door, wondering what made Hannah so long. Tod, playing with the mild she-donkey's ears, and laughing to himself, stood talking graciously to his step-mother. I went round. The Squire had gone riding into Evesham; Dwarf Giles, who made the nattiest little groom in the county, for all his five-and-thirty years, behind him. "I can't find Miss Lena," cried Hannah, coming out. "Not find Miss Lena!" echoed Mrs. Todhetley. "What do you mean, Hannah? Have you not dressed her?" "I dressed her first, ma'am, before Master Hugh, and she went out of the nursery. I can't think where she can have got to. I've searched everywhere." "But, Hannah, we must have her directly; I am late as it is." They were going over to the Court to a children's early party at the Sterlings'. Mrs. Todhetley stepped out of the basket-chaise to help in the search.