CHAPTER III
MISCHIEF
A few days later, Dorothy stood at the window looking out upon a windswept road, where not even so much as a dry leaf remained to tell of the vanished Autumn.
The sky was cloud-covered, and the gaunt trees bent and swayed as if a giant arm were shaking them.
"We missed our afternoon trip down to the village," she said, "but no one would care to walk in this gale, and even—why, who—? Nancy, come here! Isn't that Patricia?"
"Why, no—yes,—Well, it certainly is Patricia," she said.
"And just look at the parcel she's carrying!"
"Whatever it is, she must have wanted it, to go out such day as this," said Nancy, "and look! Miss Fenler is out on the porch,—why, she's actually feeling of it to see what's in the parcel. Really, I don't see why it's all right for her to do that."