“Hundreds and hundreds!” said Mrs. Williams. “I'm afraid it will be a great come-down for them.”
“I'm afraid so,” said Mrs. Schofield gently. “A very great one—yes, a very, very great one.”
“Well,” observed Mrs. Williams, after a thoughtful pause, “there's only one thing to be done, and I suppose it had better be done right away.”
She glanced toward the two gentlemen.
“Certainly,” Mr. Schofield agreed. “But where ARE they?”
“Have you looked in the stable?” asked his wife.
“I searched it. They've probably started for the far West.”
“Did you look in the sawdust-box?”
“No, I didn't.”
“Then that's where they are.”