The white house on Phinney's Hill looked desolate and mournful when the buggy containing Judge Baxter and his two companions drove into the yard. The wagon belonging to Mr. Hallett, the undertaker, was at the front door, and Hallett and his assistant were loading in the folding chairs. Mr. Hallett was whistling a popular melody, but, somehow or other, the music only emphasized the lonesomeness. There is little cheer in an undertaker's whistle. Captain Gould, acting under the Judge's orders, piloted his horse up the driveway and into the back yard. The animal was made fast to the back fence and the three men alighted from the buggy and walked up to the side door of the house. “Say, Judge,” whispered the Captain, as they halted by the step, “you don't cal'late I can find out who loaded up that music-box chair on me, do you? If I could meet that feller for two or three minutes I might feel more reconciled at bein' fool enough to come over here.” Mrs. Hobbs answered the knock at the door--she invited them in. When told that they had come to see Mary-'Gusta she sniffed. “She's in her room,” she said, rather sharply. “She hadn't ought to be let out, but of course if you want to see her, Judge Baxter, I presume likely she'll have to be. I'll go fetch her.” “Wait a minute, Mrs. Hobbs,” said Baxter. “What's the matter? Has the child been behaving badly?” Mrs. Hobbs' lean fingers clinched. “Behavin' badly!” she repeated. “I should say she had! I never was so mortified in my life. And at her own father's funeral, too!” “What has she done?” “Done? She--” Mrs. Hobbs hesitated, glanced at Captain Shadrach, and left her sentence unfinished. “Never mind what she done,” she went on. “I can't tell you now; I declare I'd be ashamed to. I'll go get her.” She marched from the room. Zoeth rubbed his forehead. “She seems sort of put out, don't she,” he observed, mildly. Baxter nodded. “Susan Hobbs has the reputation of getting 'put out' pretty often,” he said. “She has a temper and it isn't a long one.” “Has she been takin' care of Marcellus's girl?” asked Zoeth. “Yes. As much care as the child has had.” Captain Shad snorted. It was evident that the housekeeper's manner had not impressed him favorably. “Humph!” he said. “I'd hate to have her take care of me, judgin' by the way she looked just now. Say,” hopefully, “do you suppose SHE was the one fixed that chair?” They heard Mrs. Hobbs on the floor above, shouting: “Mary-'Gusta! Mary-'Gusta! Where are you? Answer me this minute!” “Don't seem to be in that room she was talkin' about,” grumbled Shadrach. “Tut! Tut! What a voice that is! Got a rasp to it like a rusty saw.” Mrs. Hobbs was heard descending the stairs. Her face, when she reentered the sitting-room, was red and she looked more “put out” than ever. “She ain't there,” she answered, angrily. “She's gone.” “Gone?” repeated Zoeth and Shadrach in chorus. “Gone?” repeated the Judge. “Do you mean she's run away?”