"How could it possibly have got here?" said he. "All the doors and windows were locked as usual this morning." "Well, who would carry it out and leave it in such a place, anyhow?" said Fergus. A slight movement which stirred the seat of the sofa caused them all to gaze at it wonderingly. Then a sound came from within. "The second time!" exclaimed Grandfather. "If it's the cat again, I'll know he's the cause of all these odd doings." "It didn't sound like a cat to me," said Fergus. Grandfather, without a word, opened his penknife. Fergus and he turned the sofa over, and Grandfather slit the under covering where it had been sewed up after Jeremiah had been rescued. Through the hole appeared the head of a pig. Grandfather and Fergus stood back while the pig struggled to free himself. Finally succeeding, it trotted away to its pen. Grandfather and Fergus looked at one another, at first too surprised to speak. "Do you suppose," said Grandfather at last, "that the pig got into the sofa and carried it off, or the sofa came out and swallowed the pig?" "I give up," said Fergus, scratching his head. Grandfather pondered a while and then looked at Hortense. "It's a curious thing, Fergus, but all these things began to happen when Hortense came. Do you suppose she is responsible?" He looked so grave that Hortense couldn't tell whether or not he was joking. Fergus, too, looked very grave. "Still," said Fergus, "she's a pretty small girl to carry a sofa from the parlor to the barn and put a pig inside and sew him up." "That's true," said Grandfather, nodding gravely. "We'll have to think of some one else. Perhaps it's Uncle Jonah," he added as Uncle Jonah at that moment came slowly around the corner of the barn. Uncle Jonah also seemed to have something on his mind. "Dem hosses," he began, "is sho' hoodooed." "Have they been out again?" Grandfather demanded sharply. "Yas suh, dey looks like it. But dat ain' all. Dat knife--I sho' don' like de looks ob dat." "What knife are you talking about?" said Grandfather. Without a word, Uncle Jonah led the way into the barn and pointed to Malay Kris. With some difficulty, Grandfather and Fergus pulled Kris free. "It's beyond me," Grandfather said bewildered. Fergus removed his hat and ran his fingers thoughtfully through his hair. Uncle Jonah shook his head and went away, muttering to himself. Grandfather looked at Hortense with his sharp bright eyes, but she did not know how to begin an explanation, so complicated had matters become. "Let's go in for breakfast, Hortense," Grandfather suggested. CHAPTER XI "_... take us to the rock on the mountain side where the Little People dance._" That afternoon Andy and Hortense sat in the orchard eating apples. "Do you suppose we'd grow little if we ate thirteen apples?" Hortense asked. Andy, who had eaten six and lost his appetite, was of the opinion that they would grow bigger, could they eat so many. "Or maybe we'd burst," he added.