"Now, Silvia, shut your eyes," directed Beth, "and come into the library. Ptolemy has bought you a present with the check his father gave him." "Beth helped me pick it out," said Ptolemy. Beth led the way into the library, and we followed. "Open your eyes." Silvia gave a little cry of pleasure, and looking over her shoulder, I beheld a baby grand piano. "Oh, Ptolemy!" she cried, giving him a fervent kiss and fond hug, "I can never let you do so much." "Oh, yes," he said, flushing a little under the endearments which were doubtless the first ever bestowed upon him. "Father's got a whole lot of money grandpa left him and it's fixed so he can't draw out only so much each year. He said the board and bother of us was worth more than this and we'll all enjoy the music. But Thag and Em and Dem ain't to touch it. I'll knock tar out of the first one that comes near it." I was disconsolate. I didn't see how we could return it and I didn't want the Polydore web woven any tighter. To think of Silvia's receiving from them what it had been my longing to give her! But as I was to learn later, she was to acquire much more than a piano from the eminent family. After dinner Silvia asked Huldah to come in and hear the music, and when Silvia's repertoire was exhausted, we gave our faithful servant all the little details of our trip which Beth had not supplied. "Now tell us, Huldah, how things went along here," said Silvia. "Well, you think some wonderful things happened to you all on your trip mebby--ghosts and proposals," looking at Beth and Rob, "and fires and Polydores, but back here in this quiet house something happened that has your ghosts and things skinned by a mile." "Oh, dear!" cried Silvia apprehensively, "what is it?" "Break it very gently, Huldah," I cautioned. "You know we've borne a good deal." "Your uncle Issachar was here for a couple of days." She certainly had made a sensation. "Not Uncle Issachar! Not here?" exclaimed Silvia incredulously. "Yes, ma'am. He came the next day after Beth and Mr. Rossiter and Polly left. I told him you'd gone away for a little vacation and rest. I didn't let on that I knew where you had gone, because I didn't want him straggling up there, too, or sending for you to come back. He said your absence would make no difference to his plans; that he never let nothing do that. He come to pay a visit and he should pay one." "Yes," said Silvia feebly. "That sounds like Uncle Issachar." "I told him to make himself perfectly at home; that every one did that to this place, and he said he would. I'd just slicked up the big front room upstairs and I seen to it that he had everything all right. I cooked the best dinner I knew how, and he said it was the first white man's meal he had eat since his ma died, so I found out what she used to cook and fed him on it. Them three kids and him eat like they was holler. I guess if Polly hadn't took them away your grocery bill would 'a looked like Barb'ry Allen's grave.