It did not take Plaisted long to dress that morning, and he soon appeared
before the assembled family, his brow dark and his eyes flashing.
"Who did that?" he demanded as he made his appearance.
"That is just what we have been trying to find out," replied Mr. Sherwood,
who thought he was referring to the noise.
"I mean, who put that stone in my room?"
"What stone? I hardly think you are awake yet, Plaisted," and he regarded
him severely. "Do you know what time it is?"
Plaisted glanced at the clock, and his angry feelings were swallowed up in
the feeling of shame that spread a flush over his face.
"Heavens! I never thought it was so late as that! So we have lost the train
again by my carelessness. Too bad, Sherwood. But that joke was no light
one. Did you put up that stone?"
"What stone? I don't understand," replied Sherwood, angrily.
Plaisted turned back into the hall, and gathered up the pieces he had flung
down in his anger, then piecing it together on the table pointed to the
inscription.
A roar of laughter came from Mr. Sherwood's throat, as he took in the joke.
Dexie, hearing the laughter and knowing its cause, came boldly into the
room, ready enough to confess her share of it, now that she knew her father
would not scold very much about it.
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