He looked up, vainly trying to suppress a smile. "What did I do about what, Tuck?" "About your cook's insulting Mrs. Falkener." Crane replaced the volume and walked to the window. "Oh," he said, "I stayed behind a moment--" "A moment!" said Mrs. Falkener, with something that would have been a snort in one less self-controlled. At this instant, Crane's attention was attracted by a figure he saw crossing the grounds, and he decided to create a diversion. "Oh, look!" he exclaimed. "Do come and see the housemaid going out for a walk. Did you ever see anything smarter than she looks?" The diversion was of a more exciting nature than he had intended. Mrs. Falkener came to the window and uttering a piercing exclamation, she cried: "The woman has on Cora's best hat!" "Not really?" said Crane, but it did seem to him he remembered having seen the hat before. "It is, it is," Mrs. Falkener went on, in some excitement. "Call her back at once. Solon, do something. Call the woman back." Tucker, thus appealed to, threw open the window, and with an extremely creditable volume of voice, he roared: "Lily!" The girl started and turned. He beckoned imperiously. She approached. "Come in here at once," he said sternly. Mrs. Falkener sank into a chair. "This is really too much," she said, making fluttering gestures with her hands. "Even you, Burton, will admit this is too much. Stand by me, Solon." "Don't say even I, Mrs. Falkener," returned Crane, "as if I had been indifferent to your comfort." "Don't be so excited, Mother," said Cora. "You know it probably isn't my hat at all. Lily has probably been copying mine." Mrs. Falkener shook her head. "I should know a Diane Duruy model anywhere," she said. At this moment, Lily entered, and good temper did not beam from her countenance. "I had permission from Smithfield to go out," she began defiantly. "Smithfield sent me over to look up a boy to replace Brin--" "The trouble is not over your going out," said Crane. [Illustration: "Cora," said Crane, "is that your hat?"] "What is the trouble, then?" "The trouble," said Mrs. Falkener, seeing Crane hesitate for a word, "is that you have on my daughter's hat." "Your daughter's hat!" said Lily contemptuously. "Nothing of the kind." Mrs. Falkener turned to Tucker. "This is intolerable. This is insufferable," she cried. "To have that woman standing there in Cora's hat, which I chose myself and paid forty-five dollars for at a sale, and cheap, too, for a Diane Duruy model; to stand there and tell me I don't know the hat when I see it--" "Cora," said Crane, "is that your hat?" "Why, yes, I'm afraid it is," answered Cora, rather reluctantly. "Lily, have you any explanation to make?" he asked. "None at all," replied the housemaid, looking like white granite. "Cora," said Crane, "you did not by any chance say anything that could have led Lily to believe you meant to give her the hat?" Miss Falkener smiled.