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The land dropped abruptly down from the gate, and a thick, shrubby growth of young
apple orchard almost hid the little weather-grey house from the road. This was why the
young man who opened the sagging gate could not see that it was boarded up, and did
not cease his cheerful whistling until he had pressed through the crowding trees and
found himself almost on the sunken stone doorstep over which in olden days
honeysuckle had been wont to arch. Now only a few straggling, uncared-for vines clung
forlornly to the shingles, and the windows were, as has been said, all boarded up.
The whistle died on the young man's lips and an expression of blank astonishment
and dismay settled down on his face-a good, kindly, honest face it was, although
perhaps it did not betoken any pronounced mental gifts on the part of its owner.
"What can have happened?" he said to himself. "Uncle Tom and Aunt Sally can't be
dead-I'd have seen their deaths in the paper if they was. And I'd a-thought if they'd
moved away it'd been printed too. They can't have been gone long-that flower-bed
must have been made up last spring. Well, this is a kind of setback for a fellow. Here
I've been tramping all the way from the station, a-thinking how good it would be to see
Aunt Sally's sweet old face again, and hear Uncle Tom's laugh, and all I find is a
boarded-up house going to seed. S'pose I might as well toddle over to Stetsons' and
inquire if they haven't disappeared, too."