There was a silent shake of the father's trembling hand by each son in turn, and then they parted.
Lizzī got the usual early Monday breakfast, but made places for four only. Levi's school was closed for the year, and she meant he should enjoy a long morning nap if he chose. Her father came down, and she inquired if he had called Matthi and Cassi.
"I looked in their room, but they're up," he replied.
"Up? Funny I didn't hear them. Wonder where they could have gone this time in the morning without any breakfast."
"There's no tellin'," was Peter's answer.
Father and daughter ate silently. When his hunger was satisfied, Peter kissed her and, taking his axe and bundle, departed to the chopping.
The morning slipped by. Matthi and Cassi did not return, and Levi's sleep seemed endless. Lizzī went to his door and listened, but heard no sound. Pushing the door open a little, she looked in. The room was empty. The bed had not been slept in that night. On the wash-stand lay a note addressed to her in Levi's writing.
"Dear Lizzī: We have gone to find out for you all about John Gillfillan.
Your Three Brothers."
"Father knew it," she said, with a soft smile. "I hope the boys will bring me good news; but I know John is dead."