Advancing to the window, he threw it open, and his temper was not improved by the rush of cold air, which struck a chill to his bones after leaving his nice, warm bed a moment before. "Be-low!" he shouted. "What in thunder do you want?" The tassel of his nightcap fluttered in the cold blast, and particles of the crisp, frozen snow flew up in his face. "Give me my child," replied Mr. Marsh. "Oh, it's you, Marsh," said the undertaker, in a milder tone. "What's the use of asking for the body so early? You'll have it in a neat casket about the middle of the day. I can't work at night, besides, I didn't know you were in such an all-fired hurry." "It isn't the body we want, it's the child." "Comes to the same thing, and you've got to wait." "Open the door and let us in." "No, I'm derned if I do. Come at a proper time," growled the undertaker. "For Heaven's sake, take pity on us!" cried Mrs. Marsh. "Will not a mother's tears move you?" "Not by a bucketful, marm." "If you don't give up Tony, I'll get a warrant and have you arrested," roared Mr. Marsh. "Aren't you an inhuman scoundrel? Want to kill him, I guess, for fear you'll lose the job." "Kill him! What do you mean? Oh, pshaw, you're both crazy!" replied Barker, in a tone of deep disgust. "Go home, and don't come fooling around here no more." "Look here, Barker," exclaimed Mr. Marsh, "I'll----" His further utterance was cut short by the sudden and violent slamming of the window by the irate undertaker, who, after consigning the interrupters of his repose to perdition, crept once more into bed, and pulling the clothes round his cold shoulders, prepared to sleep again. At this moment Charley and Swanny came running up. "Won't dad let you in?" asked Charley. "No," replied Mr. Marsh. "This is an outrage. I shall go for an officer." "Don't do nothing of the sort. Come in with me at the back door. Pop ain't to blame; he don't know anything about the stiff coming to life," answered Charley. The rage of Mr. and Mrs. Marsh moderated at once, and they followed their conductor into the house through the rear. Presently they were overjoyed at seeing their darling. Barker was roused, everything was explained, and Tony was carried home by his anxious parents. Tommy also sought his domicile, finding his father and mother in the kitchen. "If that boy takes to stopping out nights," he heard Mr. Smithers say, "he can stay away altogether, for what I care." "You forget," replied his mother, "that it was your injustice and ungovernable temper that drove him out." "He's such a fool, madam." "Can he help being a little soft? Besides, he's quite young yet." At this juncture Tommy came forward. "Here I am, mother," he said. "Where have you been, sir?" demanded Mr. Smithers. Tommy related the incidents of the night, which were pronounced to be very wonderful.