e passel from the
Squire, I guess. It's a paper bag and it may be a punkin, though he
wouldn't wrop up a punkin, come to think of it! Shet the dinin' room
door, Jane; it's turrible drafty. Make haste, for the Squire's hoss
never stan's still a minute cept when he's goin'!"

Abijah Flagg alighted and approached the side door with a grin.

"Guess what I've got for ye, Rebecky?"

No throb of prophetic soul warned Rebecca of her approaching doom.

"Nodhead apples?" she sparkled, looking as bright and rosy and
satin-skinned as an apple herself.

"No; guess again."

"A flowering geranium?"

"Guess again!"

"Nuts? Oh! I can't, Bijah; I'm just going to Milliken's Mills on an
errand, and I'm afraid of missing Mrs. Perkins. Show me quick! Is it
really for me, or for Aunt Miranda?"

"Reely for you, I guess!" and he opened the large brown paper bag and
drew from it the remains of a water-soaked hat!

They WERE remains, but there was no doubt of their nature and substance.
They had clearly been a hat in the past, and one could even suppose
that, when resuscitated, they might again assume their original form in
some near and happy future.

Miss Miranda, full of curiosity, joined the group in the side entry at
this dramatic moment.

"Well, I never!" she exclaimed. "Where, and how under the canopy, did
you ever?"

"I was working on the dam at Union Falls yesterday," chuckled Abijah,
with a pleased glance at each of the trio in turn, "an' I seen this
little bunnit skippin' over the water jest as Becky does over the road.
It's shaped kind o' like a boat, an' gorry, ef it wa'nt sailin' jest
like a boat! Where hev I seen that kind of a bristlin' plume?' thinks
I."

("Where indeed!" thought Rebecca stormily.)

"Then it come to me that I'd drove that plume to school and drove it to
meetin' and drove it to the Fair an'drove it most everywheres on Becky.
So I reached out a pole an' ketched it fore it got in amongst the logs
an' come to any damage, an' here it is! The hat's passed in its checks,
I guess; looks kind as if a wet elephant had stepped on it; but the
plume's bout's good as new! I reely fetched the hat beck for the sake o'
the plume."

"It was real good of you, 'Bijah, an' we're all of us obliged to you,"
said Miranda, as she poised the hat on one hand and turned it slowly
with the other.

"Well, I do say," she exclaimed, "and I guess I've said it before, that
of all the wearing' plumes that ever I see, that o