"It's no use, Polly," said Rose, "We CAN'T go home, because I don't know the way!"
Polly stared at her for a second in surprise.
"Why you've been here before with your Aunt Lois," she said.
"I know I have," Rose replied, "but I haven't noticed just how we came. It's a long walk, and don't you remember how many different streets we turned into, before we got here? I tell you truly, Polly, I don't know the FIRST THING about going home!"
"Then we must wait here 'til they come for us," said Polly, "Oh hark!
What was that?"
Together they sank upon the little divan, and now they spoke only in whispers.
"I don't know what the noise was, but it was in that other room. When I had looked at the clock, and I turned to come back, I HAD to pass the big suit of armor. Polly, I knew there wasn't anyone in it, but all the same I thought its eyeholes looked at me!"
"Oh—o—o! Didn't that sound as if his iron glove rattled against his shield?" was Polly's startled whisper.
"It's that, or—he's—WALKING!" gasped Rose.
The two terrified children clung to each other. They stared toward the large doorway, and their breath came faster.