"She got home at half-past five," interposed Mehitable's mother.
"Did she look all right?" asked Mrs. Green.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Nobody came to the house when you were there, did there?" asked Mr. Green.
"No, sir."
Aunt Susy came forward. "Now look here, Mehitable," said she. "Do you know anything about what has become of Hannah Maria? Answer me, yes or no."
Mehitable's eyes were like pale moons; her little face was as white as the pillow.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, what has become of her?"
Mehitable was silent.