The silence was broken by the rattle of wheels in the yard.  Mr. Hallett at the door held up a warning hand.  A moment later he ushered two people in at the front door and led them through the parlor into the “big settin’-room.”  Mary-’Gusta could see the late comers plainly.  They were both men, one big and red-faced and bearded, the other small, and thin, and white-haired.  A rustle passed through the crowd and everyone turned to look.  Some looked as if they recognized the pair, but they did not bow; evidently it was not proper to bow at funerals.

Mr. Hallett, on tiptoe, of course, glided into the little room from the big one and looked about him.  Then, to the absolute stupefaction of Mary-’Gusta, he took the rush-seated chair in one hand and the music chair in the other and tiptoed out.  He placed the two chairs in the back row close to the door of the smaller room and motioned to the two men to sit.

Mary-’Gusta could stand it no longer.  She was afraid of Mrs. Hobbs, afraid of Mr. Hallett, afraid of the Baxters and all the staring crowd; but she was more afraid of what was going to happen.  She tugged at the housekeeper’s sleeve.

“Mrs. Hobbs!” she whispered, quiveringly.  “Oh, Mrs. Hobbs!”

Mrs. Hobbs shook off the clutch at her sleeve.

“Sshh!” she whispered.  “Sshh!”

“But—­but please, Mrs. Hobbs—­”

“Sshh!  You mustn’t talk.  Be still.  Be still, I tell you.”

The small, white-haired man sat down in the rush-seated chair.  The big man hesitated, separated his coat tails, and then he, too, sat down.

And the music box under the seat of the chair he sat in informed everyone with cheerful vigor that the Campbells were coming, Hurrah!  Hurrah!

Captain Shadrach Gould arose from that chair, arose promptly and without hesitation.  Mr. Zoeth Hamilton also rose; so did many others in the vicinity.  There was a stir and a rustle and whispered exclamations.  And still the news of the imminent arrival of the Campbells was tinkled abroad and continued to tinkle.  Someone giggled, so did someone else.  Others said, “Hush!”

Mrs. Judge Baxter said, “Heavens and earth!”

Mrs. Hobbs looked as if she wished to say something very much indeed.

Captain Shadrach’s bald spot blazed a fiery red and he glared about him helplessly.

Mr. Hallett, who was used to unexpected happenings at funerals—­though, to do him justice, he had never before had to deal with anything quite like this—­rushed to the center of the disturbance.  Mrs. Hobbs hastened to help.  Together and with whisperings, they fidgeted with the refractory catch.  And still the music box played—­and played—­and played.

At last Mr. Hallett gave it up.  He seized the chair and with it in his arms rushed out into the dining-room.  Captain Shadrach Gould mopped his face with a handkerchief and stood, because there was nowhere for him to sit.  Mrs. Hobbs, almost as red in the face as Captain Shad himself, hastened back and collapsed upon the sofa.  Mr. Sharon cleared his throat.