The stirring event was well canvassed.

News came that not a sign of the two villains had been yet discovered.

When the sermon was finished, Judge Thatcher's wife dropped alongside of Mrs.
Harper as she moved down the aisle with the crowd and said: "Is my Becky going to sleep all day?
I just expected she would be tired to death." "Your Becky ?" "Yes," with a startled look--"didn't she stay with you last night ?" "Why, no." Mrs.Thatcher turned pale, and sank into a pew, just as Aunt Polly, talking briskly with a friend, passed by.

Aunt Polly said: "Good-morning, Mrs.Thatcher.

Good-morning, Mrs.Harper.