Silas crooked his old arm around the pan, carried it painfully across the great kitchen and the entry into the best room, and pushed it far under the bureau.

Then he returned, and concealed the molasses-jug in the brick oven.

He stood for a minute in the middle of the kitchen floor, chuckling and nodding as if to the familiar and confidential spirit of his own greed; then he went out, and a short way down the road to the cottage house where old Hiram Baxter lived and kept a little shoemaker's shop in the L.He entered, and sat down in the little leather-reeking place with Hiram, and was safe and removed from inquiry when Mrs.Berry returned to the tavern for the remaining doughnuts and to mix more sweetened water.
The doughnuts could not be found, but she carried a pail across to the store, got more molasses from the barrel, and so in one point outwitted her husband.
Mrs.Berry was famous for her rich doughnuts, and the first supply had been quite exhausted.

William went up to her at once when she returned to the party.

"Where's the rest of the doughnuts ?" he whispered.
"Your father's hid 'em," she whispered back.