He had not been able to find his hat.
"And the buckskin with sixty dollars' worth of saddle gone, too," he groaned.

"Oh, ain't it sweet ?" At his house, Mrs.Tree had set out a cold supper for him, the inevitable dish of prunes serving as dessert.

After supper Annixter bathed and dressed.

He decided at the last moment to wear his usual town-going suit, a sack suit of black, made by a Bonneville tailor.

But his hat was gone.