"There she goes!" exclaimed Dick Wilding presently, as the boys were laughing and talking somewhat nervously together. And, sure enough, Mrs. Grundy’s portly figure emerged from the house and went slowly toward the shed. Soon after a sharp cry of "Susan! Susan!" cut the still morning air, and the prim maid-servant was observed to hurry to her mistress. A moment later the two women could be observed running hither and thither through the garden and orchard, calling, "Turkey! turkey! turkey!" at the top of their voices. Great indeed was Mrs. Grundy’s concern, and soon the whole neighbourhood was made aware of her loss. "It’s those rascally gipsies, sure’s I’m alive," she cried. "Who else would steal my beautiful gobblers, that I wouldn’t sell even to the squire? I’ll have every one of them sent to jail, see if I don’t. Just wait till the squire comes!" And so she stormed while awaiting the arrival of the squire at his office. The moment he appeared she poured her woful tale into his ears, while a curious crowd gathered outside, eager to see what the majesty of the law could effect. Most prominent in the crowd were, of course, the boys, who alone held the clue to the mystery, and were now eagerly expecting the grand _denouement_. It was not long in coming. Mrs. Grundy had only about half finished her confused recital of facts, suspicions, and theories to the gravely listening squire, when a vigorous "Gobble-gobble-gobble!" was distinctly heard coming from somewhere near at hand, just as a shout broke in from the street of,— "There they are—up in Squire Hardgrit’s room! Look at them!" Before the squire could take in the situation, his excited client sprang to her feet, rushed out of the office, across the hall, threw open the door into the opposite room, and there, behold! as large as life, and as cross as three gobblers could be, were her missing turkeys, who, the instant the door was opened, charged straight through it, almost upsetting their mistress, and went flapping violently downstairs and out into the street, where they were greeted with a shout of laughter from the surprised spectators. It would be impossible with either pen or pencil to give an adequate conception of the old lady’s countenance as she returned to the squire’s office, and met that worthy magistrate just rising from his chair. Surprise, suspicion, indignation, and wrath chased one another swiftly across her features, and, once her feelings found utterance, there was poured upon the amazed squire such a torrent of reproach and contumely that he was fairly stunned into silence; and before he could recover himself sufficiently to make his defence, his accuser, with a scornful swing of her ample skirts that was simply magnificent, flounced out of the office, while he sank back into his chair, the very picture of helpless bewilderment.