“But they are firing from the house. Listen! you can hear the reports.”
Joe listened, and then he said, “I will not go too near, little cousin. I promise you that. Run in now.”
“You’ll come back and tell us if anything more serious happens,” said Rhoda. “I wish my father were not in Washington.”
“He’s better off there,” Joe assured her. “For my part, I am thankful he is not here.”
The girls retired to the garden at the back of the house. Danny with wide-open eyes peeped out of one of the lower windows. “What’s de matter, Miss Letty?” he asked in a loud whisper. “Is dey fightin’?”
“Yes; at least there is a riot out there. Some people are attacking the house where Mr. Hanson is—Mr. Wagner’s house on Charles Street. It began by a rabble of boys throwing stones and calling names.”
“Golly, but I wisht I’d been there!”
“Danny, go back to bed, and don’t get up again,” his mistress ordered.
Danny crawled reluctantly down from his place on the window-sill. “Whar Mars Torm?” he asked.
“He has gone down town,” Lettice informed him.