IN WHICH KEZIAH UNEARTHS A PROWLER The fog was cruel to the gossips of Trumet that day.

Mrs.Didama Rogers, who lived all alone, except for the society of three cats, a canary, and a white poodle named "Bunch," in the little house next to Captain Elkanah's establishment, never entirely recovered from the chagrin and disappointment caused by that provoking mist.

When one habitually hurries through the morning's household duties in order to sit by the front window and note each passer-by, with various fascinating surmises as to his or her errand and the reasons for it, it is discouraging to be able to see only one's own front fence and a scant ten feet of sidewalk.
And then to learn afterwards of a dozen most exciting events, each distinctly out of the ordinary, which might have been used as excuses for two dozen calls and as many sensations! As Captain Zeb Mayo, the irreverent ex-whaler, put it, "That fog shook Didama's faith in the judgment of Providence.

'Tain't the 'all wise,' but the 'all seein'' kind she talks about in meetin' now." The fog prevented Mrs.Rogers's noting the entrance of Mr.Pepper at the Coffin front gate.

Also his exit, under sisterly arrest.