walked into the house.

"He never said it was anywhere; he only said he had a coral
breastpin in it for Sally," put in the literal Hannah.

"My trunk is at the Steamboat Hotel in Shelton, Uncle Reuben. I
could not at once find a cart to bring it over, for I was too
anxious to see you all to spend time looking for one. So I left it
with the landlord, with orders to forward it on Monday."

"Oh, sho! And what are you to do in the meantime? And Sally'll go
crazy for a sight of her breastpin! So I'll just go out and make Sam
put the horse to the light wagon, and go right after it; he'll jest
have time to go and get it and come back afore it's dark," said
Reuben; and without waiting to hear any of Ishmael's remonstrances,
he went out immediately to give his orders to Sam.

Hannah followed Ishmael up to his own old room in the garret, to see
that he had fresh water, fine soap, clean towels, and all that was
requisite for his comfort.

And then leaving him to refresh himself with a wash, she returned
downstairs to set the table for tea.

By the time she had laid her best damask table-cloth, and set out
her best japan waiter and china tea-set, and put her nicest
preserves in cut glass saucers, and set the iced plumcake in the
middle of the table, Ishmael, looking fresh from his renewed toilet,
came down into the parlor.