"TOM!"

No answer.

"TOM!"

No answer.

"What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!"

No answer.

The old lady force her spectacles down and looked over them simply about the
room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She rarely or never
looked through them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state
pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service --
she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids simply as well. She looked
perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough
for the piece of furniture to hear:

"Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll -- "

She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching
under the be