at hoarse an' husky 'twas hard to make out what he says.
'Fright 'em away, Flora!' he says. ''Tis the big, black, ugly-faced
snake, as black as a black stockin' an' thicker round than me leg at
the thigh before I was wasted away!' he says, poor man. 'It's makin' the
fizzin' n'ise awful to-night,' he says. 'An' the little black man wit'
the gassly white forehead is a-laughin',' he says. 'He's a-laughin'
an' a-pokin' the big, black, fizzin', ugly-faced snake wit' his
broomstick--"

Della was unable to endure the description.

"Don't tell me no more, Mrs. Cullen!" she protested. "Poor Tom! I
thought Flora was wrong last week whin she hid the whisky. 'Twas takin'
it away from him that killed him--an' him already so sick!"

"Well," said Mrs. Cullen, "he hardly had the strengt' to drink much,
she tells me, after he see the big snake an' the little black divil the
first time. Poor woman, she says he talked so plain she sees 'em both
herself, iv'ry time she looks at the poor body where it's laid out. She
says--"

"Don't tell me!" cried the impressionable Della. "Don't tell me, Mrs.
Cullen! I can most see 'em meself, right here in me own kitchen! Poor
Tom! To think whin I bought me new hat, only last week, the first time
I'd be wearin' it'd be to his funeral. To-morrow afternoon, it is?"

"At two o'clock," said Mrs. Cullen. "Ye'll be comin' to th' house
to-night, o' course, Della?"

"I will," said Della. "After what I've been hearin' from ye, I'm 'most
afraid to come, but I'll do it. Poor Tom! I remember the day him an'
Flora was married--"

But the eavesdropper heard no more; he was on his way up the back
stairs. Life and light--and purpose had come to his face once more.

Margaret was out for the afternoon. Unostentatiously, he went to her
room, and for the next few minutes occupied himself busily therein. He
was so quiet that his mother, sewing in her own room, would not have
heard him except for the obstinacy of one of the drawers in Margaret's
bureau. Mrs. Schofield went to the door of her daughter's room.

"What are you doing, Penrod?"

"Nothin'."

"You're not disturbing any of Margaret's things, are you?"

"No, ma'am," said the meek lad.

"What did you jerk that drawer open for?"

"Ma'am?"

"You heard me, Penrod."

"Yes, ma'am. I was just lookin' for sumpthing."

"For what?" Mrs. Schofield asked. "You know that nothing of yours would
be in Margaret's room, Penrod, don't you?"

"Ma'am?"

"What was