"Where did you leave your glasses'?" asked Mother Marden.
"In the cushions of the chair. I slipped them off to go ask you about the chocolate. And now the chair is gone and my glasses are with it. Dear me! It is very strange!"
"Why, nothing could have happened," declared the mother of Nat and Weezie. "If Lizzie didn't take the chair, some one else did."
"I didn't, and I don't believe you did," said Grandma, looking at her daughter-in-law. "And Racky certainly couldn't have rocked off by himself, I'm sure!"
"What about the gas stove?" asked Lizzie quietly.
"Eh?" exclaimed old Mrs. Marden.
"I say what about the gas stove?" repeated Lizzie.
"Whatever does the girl mean?" asked Grandma in surprise.
"It was before you came to live with us," went on the maid. "Mr. Marden ordered a new gas stove. Mr. Zink, the plumber, loosened the pipes on the old stove. And when he went away to get the new one, the old stove ran away, all by itself, it really did!"
"Oh, what utter nonsense! A fairy story!" laughed Grandma. "I suppose a junk man came and carried off the old gas stove, and the children pretended that it had gone off by itself to have adventures; wasn't that it, Helen?" she asked the mother of Weezie.