"I think they were writing again."

"Writing?" repeated Mother Bunker. "Making more of those signs to set up
at the burned house?"

Mr. Armatage chuckled. "Those won't do much good. Sneezer never could
read writing."

"Let us ask Mammy. Rose and Russ may be with her," suggested Mrs.
Armatage.

Upstairs went the two ladies and into Mammy June's room. There was a
night light burning there, but nobody was with the old woman.

"Lawsy me!" exclaimed the old nurse when Mrs. Bunker asked her. "I ain't
seen them childern since I had my supper. No'm. They ain't been here."

The house was searched from cellar to garret by the two gentlemen.
Meanwhile the anxious mother and her hostess went to the library. Russ
had left there some spoiled sheets of cardboard with some of the letters
printed on them. It was easy to see the attempt he and Rose had made to
print plainly a notice to Sneezer, Mammy June's absent son, telling him
that his mother was at the big house.

"The dear things!" said Mrs. Armatage. "Your boy and girl are very kind,
Mrs. Bunker. They want to relieve Mammy's trouble."

"They have gone down there to-night to stick up those signs!" cried Mrs.
Bunker, inspired by a new thought.