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'T is none of Maddie 's doings , '' returned Mrs. S. , `` she is more prudent than that . 'T was that hussy of a Jenny Andrews who trimmed them after Miss Pinkerton was here the other night . '' `` Well , the girl ought to pay for the waste she has occasioned , '' said Mr. Salsify , gruffly . `` Let us retire now ; I declare 't is near eleven o'clock . '' The conspirators in the room above heard with eager ears the departure of the guests , and sat in perfect silence till midnight chimed from the old clock tower . Then Charlie Seaton , pillow-case in hand , crept silently down the stairs with Jenny close behind him . Mrs. Mumbles ' bed-room opened out of the kitchen , and the door was always standing ajar .