"After that, my father and Mr. Wadsworth got after them so sharply that they left Crumvllle. That was only a few days ago. The very next day came a lot of goods to the house, delivered by a large city department store. The folks hadn't ordered the goods and didn't know what to make of it. They investigated, and learned that a young woman calling herself Laura Porter had selected the things and had them sent out. Then came other goods for Mr. Wadsworth, said to have been bought by Jessie. It was an awful mix-up, and it hasn't been straightened out yet."
"It's the limit!" muttered the senator's son. "I'll wager your dad and Mr. Wadsworth would like to wring those chaps' necks!"
"Wait, you haven't heard it all yet," went on Dave, with a sickly smile. "Yesterday I received a notice from the express company here to call for a package on which eighteen dollars was due. I was expecting some things that I am going to take home for Christmas presents, although they were to come to fifteen dollars and a half. I paid for the package, thinking I had made a mistake in footing up my purchases, and when I got it home I found out it wasn't what I had bought at all, but a lot of junk nobody can use. Then my own package came in by the next express, and, of course, I had to pay again. I sent a telegram to the city about the first package and they an-
