boys found more confusion. The dining room table had fallen with its legs in the air, and piled about it was a buffet and chairs. The dishes lay about, broken and cracked.
In the kitchen the weight of the stove, falling from the floor to the ceiling, had caused it to crash through the lath and plaster, in which it was imbedded, partly covered by the cooking utensils.
"Nothing much of value here," commented Blake, as they walked about on the ceilings.
"Let's go back up; or, rather, downstairs," suggested Joe.
"Find anything?" asked the manager,
"Nothing worth saving for the owners," Blake answered.
"Well, then, we'd better be getting back," suggested Mr. Piper. "It will soon be dark, and there's no telling when this house may go adrift, or turn right-side up again. I don't want to be in it when it does."
They were about to crawl out of the window again, to get into their boat, when a curious cry stopped them.
"Hark!" exclaimed Blake. "What was that?"
"It sounded like someone crying," said Mr. Piper.
