"Let me go out and look round. But where did you put your box?"

"Well, Aunt Stanshy thought it would do just as well if I put the box out
into the wood-shed--and--"

"Was the door left open?"

"I saw it open this morning."

"I will look about."

Will went into the wood-shed, and there before the door he saw two cats
licking their chops, and their guilty eyes seemed to him to say, "Rabbit
stew for breakfast! Keep dark!"

"Charlie," said Will, entering the house again, "I think two cats out
there took your rabbit, and we will catch them and box them and exhibit
them."

"As my maginary?"

"Yes, and I'll tell you how to label them."

The cats were caught and boxed, and this was the label their cage bore on
the second and last evening of the "Helping Hand Sale:" "Destroyers of the
Distant Cousin of the White Elephant of Siam." This device took, and many
pennies were put by the neighbors into Charlie's hands. When the boys
summed up the profits of the sale, they had for Tim Tyler's benefit the
sum of thirty dollars, which Mr. Walton promised should be judiciously
expended.