'The first ball I give,' said Hazel, gravely examining a pasteboard box filled with the article, 'will probably be one of soap,—but just when it will be, I do not know.' 'And do you mean your first cards issued to be wool cards, my dear?' said Kitty with secret delight. 'Kitty,' said Rollo, 'suppose you take a sugarplum—and behave yourself.' 'O I can't stay,' said Kitty giving way a little. 'I only came just to— —' 'That's what I came for too,' said Josephine; 'and now I am going.' 'We have all got more than we came for, then,' said Molly; 'but I have staid too long, too. Will you take me home Phinney.' The ladies swept away; the room was full of rustling silks for a moment, and then was clear. Rollo came back from putting them into their respective carriages, and stood and smiled at Hazel. 'It has come at last!' he said. CHAPTER XXVIII. PLEASURE BY EXPRESS. 'It was to be expected,' Dane went on resignedly. 'I told Arthur to send proper notices to the papers; and I suppose he had done it, and this is the consequence. Never mind; we will run away as soon as we can. Now, Hazel, what shall we do with all this lumber?' 'Lumber is something out of place, according to Byo,' said Hazel contemplatively. 'Now one of these two foot rests would be _in_ place in Dr. Maryland's study;—is there another tired minister somewhere else?' 'Tired minister?' said Dane. I suppose there are hundreds of tired ministers scattered all over the land, out west, and on the frontiers.—If one knew where!' 'Somebody must know.' 'I suppose somebody must.' 'Well cannot you find out?' 'I suppose I can!' 'They may want some of these books, too. Dr. Maryland always wants books, although he has so many. And if the ministers are tired, their wives must be,' said Hazel with a new fit of contemplation settling over her face. Rollo stood in the middle of the floor, looking at her, and at the same time considering the confusion. 'I will make a bargain with you.' 'Well?' 'These things must go somewhere, that is clear. I will find out the names and addresses of a hundred, say, who are in need of help. We will send off so many boxes; and you shall arrange what is to go in them.' Wych Hazel folded her hands and looked up at him. 'Olaf—I never was tired in my life!—At least, but once.' 'I thought I was tired five minutes ago,' said Rollo, 'but I have got over it.' 'I could think of pretty things enough to send,' Hazel went on. 'Do they want pretty things out there, I wonder? Good people here do not always like them, I think. But I never saw a missionary—or his wife.' 'Perhaps you did not look in the right place. You make your list, and I will get mine. We might send off a couple of hundred boxes, and put fifty dollars' worth of comfort in each. These things will all find a place somewhere.'