She packed all her own wardrobe and a velveteen jacket that Skinner wore in his finer moments, and she packed a jar of pickles that had not been opened, and so far she was justified in her packing.

But she also packed two of the hermetically closed tins containing Herakleophorbia IV.

that Mr.Bensington had brought on his last visit.

(She was honest, good woman--but she was a grandmother, and her heart had burned within her to see such good growth lavished on a lot of dratted chicks.) And having packed all these things, she put on her bonnet, took off her apron, tied a new boot-lace round her umbrella, and after listening for a long time at door and window, opened the door and sallied out into a perilous world.

The umbrella was under her arm and she clutched the bundle with two gnarled and resolute hands.