windows;--"they've helped themselves and gone off to enjoy it!
We'll get on their trail at the railroad station. That's what
Elizabeth meant by 'traveling.'"

Mrs. Richie turned terrified eyes toward Mr. Ferguson.

"Why, of course!" he said, "the monkeys!"

But Mrs. Richie seemed more frightened than ever. "The railroad!--
_Oh_--"

"Nonsense," said Mrs. Maitland; "they're all right. The ticket-
agent will remember them. Mr. Ferguson, telegraph to their
destination, wherever it is, and have them shipped back. No
police help at this end yet, if you please."

Robert Ferguson nodded. "Of course everything is all right," he
said. "I'll let you know the minute I find traces of them, Mrs.
Richie." When he reached the door, he came back. "Now don't you
worry; I could thrash those boys for bothering you!" At which she
tried to smile, but there was a quiver in her chin.

"Harris!" Mrs. Maitland broke in, "supper! Mrs. Richie, you are
going to have something to eat."

"Oh, I can't--"

"What? You are not saying _can't?_ 'Can't' is a 'bad word,'
you know." She got up--a big, heavy woman, in a gray bag of a
dress that only reached to the top of her boots--and stood with