Addison raised himself slowly, and finding that he could reach the object, began to feel it with his hand. "Great Scott!" he exclaimed suddenly. "'Tis a man's stocking, _on his foot_!" "Ah-h-h!" quavered Ned. "Let's get from under!" He grabbed spasmodically at the reins and gave a shake. Old Sol took a step, and Addison tumbled partly over Willis and Ben, who both gave a howl of nervous apprehension. "Quit that!" cried Addison, angrily, to me. "Stop, I tell you. You hold that horse." I pulled old Sol up short and he backed a little, at which Ned jumped out and ran on a few steps; Willis and Ben also slipped out behind. "Hold still," said Addison to me. "Don't let the horse start and pitch me out." With that he stood up again and began feeling the object. "'Tis a man's trouser leg, sure--and stocking--but there's something odd inside. Who's got a match?" Ben had a few matches, with which he had been touching off firecrackers earlier in the day, and ventured up to the back of the wagon. Addison stood up again and struck one, while the rest of us stared as the match burned slowly. "It is a stuffed man," cried Addison; "a scarecrow, I guess, stuffed with grass. But where have I seen those checkered pants before, to-day?--and, boys, here is a paper, pinned on to them higher up. Back the horse a little." I backed a step, and Addison, striking another match, read aloud on the piece of paper, "THIS IS ENOCH." "Oho!" cried Ned. "Alf and Halse did that!" "Yes, these are Enoch's clothes, sure," said Addison. "There's his hat on a big pine knot for a head, with his pocket handkerchief tied round it for a face, and great daubs of wheel grease for mouth, eyes and nose." "Well, that's a queer sort of joke!" remarked Willis. "I'm glad they didn't carry Enoch's clothes clean home with them," said I. "I was afraid they had," Addison remarked; "and I was thinking whether or not he could make it out as stealing, against them." "Had we better take them down and send them back to him?" I asked. "No, sir-ee," said Addison. "We will not meddle with them. Enoch may send the sheriff up here by morning. It would be a pretty go if the clothes were found in our possession. Let them hang right where they are, I say, and let's be going, too, before any one comes along and catches us here!" We drove on accordingly, and reached home without further adventures. The house was dark; all had retired, except Theodora, who was sitting at her window looking out for us. She came down stairs quietly, lighted a lamp and had set on a lunch for us by the time we came in from the wagon-house. They had gathered three quarts of field strawberries that afternoon and had saved a quart for us. They were the first strawberries of the season. How good they did taste, hungry as we were that night, along with some big slices of Gram's new "mug bread" and butter, and a plentiful swig of lemonade, a pitcherful of which Theodora had also set aside for us.