ase. Nobody knew where Cousin Ann had gone. Telephones were ringing
into the night in vain attempts to trace the old lady. It had never
made much difference to anyone before where Miss Ann had gone. For
many years she had been leaving one relation's home and arriving at
another's, and the comings and goings of Cousin Ann had created but a
small ripple in family affairs. She had never deigned to say where
next she intended to visit, so why now should the cousins be so
disturbed over her whereabouts?

"I am so afraid something has happened to her," said Mr. Bob Bucknor.
"I'll never forgive myself if Cousin Ann is in trouble, when I have
literally driven her from my house."

"But, my dear, you have not driven her from your home," comforted his
wife. "You had only intended to inform her that we were planning a
trip abroad and she would have to visit somewhere else until
arrangements could be made for her to be established in an old ladies'
home. There was nothing cruel in that."

"Ah, but Cousin Ann is so proud and Buck Hill has always been a refuge
for her."

The other cousins were likewise agitated. For Cousin Ann to have
disappeared just as they were contemplating wounding her made them
think that they had already wounded her. "Poor old lady!" was all they
could say, and all of them said it until their women-folk were
exceedingly bored with the remark.

Mr. Bob Bucknor determined to send for Jeff, if something definite was
not heard of the missing cousin within the next twenty-four hours. He
vaguely felt that it might be time for the law to step in and help in
the search.

In the meantime Miss Ann was very happy in the house built by Ezra
Knight; and Uncle Billy was even happier in the cabin built by the
Bucks of old. The Peyton coach stood peacefully in the carriage house,
with the bees buzzing sleepily, free to come and go in their subway
nest somewhere under the back seat. Cupid and Puck wandered in the
blue-grass meadow, content as though they had been put to graze in
the Elysian fields.

The first night under the roof of her newly recognized cousins was a
novel one for Miss Ann. She had gone to bed not in the least bored,
but very tired--tired from actual labor. In the first place, she had
helped wipe all the many dishes accumulated from the motormen's
dinners and then put them away. That task completed, she had become
interested in Judith's work of mounting photographs--an order lately
received and one th