“No, no! She ain't run away--not for good; she knows better than that. She's sneaked off and hid, I suppose. But I know where she is. I'll have her here in a minute.” She was hurrying out again, but the Captain detained her. “Wait!” he commanded. “What's that you say? You know where she is?” “Yes, or I can guess. Nine chances to one she's out in that barn.” “In the barn? What's she doin' there--playin' horse?” “No, no. She's hidin' in the carriage room. Seems as if the child was possessed to get out in that dusty place and perch herself in the old carryall. She calls it her playhouse and you'd think 'twas Heaven the way she loves to stay there. But today of all days! And with her best clothes on! And after I expressly told her--” “Yes, yes; all right. Humph! Well, Zoeth, what do you say? Shall we go to Heaven and hunt for her? Maybe 'twill be the only chance some of us'll get, you can't tell,” with a wink at Baxter. “Hush, Shadrach! How you do talk!” protested the shocked Mr. Hamilton. “Let's go out to the barn and find the young-one ourselves,” said the Captain. “Seems the simplest thing to do, don't it?” Mrs. Hobbs interrupted. “You don't need to go at all,” she declared. “I'll get her and bring her here. Perhaps she ain't there, anyway.” “Well, if she ain't there we can come back again. Come on, boys.” He led the way to the door. The housekeeper would have accompanied them, but he prevented her doing so. “Don't you trouble yourself, ma'am,” he said. “We'll find her. I'm older'n I used to be, but I ain't so blind but what I can locate a barn without a spyglass.” “It won't be any trouble,” protested the lady. “I know, but it might be. We'll go alone.” When the three were in the back yard, and the discomfited housekeeper was watching them from the door, he added: “I don't know why that woman rubs my fur the wrong way, but she does. Isaiah Chase says he don't like mosquitoes 'cause they get on his nerves. I never thought I wore my nerves on the back of my neck, which is where Isaiah gets skeeter-bit mostly, but anyhow, wherever they be, that Hobbs woman bothers 'em. There's the barn, ain't it? Don't look very heavenly, but it may seem that way after a spell in t'other place. Now where's the carriage room?” The door of the carriage room was open, and they entered. A buggy and the muslin draped surrey were there, but no living creature was in sight. They listened, but heard nothing. “Mary! Mary-'Gusta!” called Baxter. “Are you here?” No answer. And then, from beneath the cover of the surrey, appeared a fat tortoise-shell cat, who jumped lightly to the floor, yawned, stretched, and blinked suspiciously at the visitors. “Humph!” grunted Captain Shadrach. “There's one stowaway, anyhow. Maybe there's another; I've had 'em come aboard in pairs.” The Judge walked over to the surrey, and raised the cover. From behind it came a frightened little squeal. “Oh, there you are!” said Baxter. “Mary-'Gusta, is that you?”