“Hurrah! hurrah!” she shouted. “What did I tell you, Doris? There’s something else behind here,—another cave, I guess. I’m going through. Are you going to follow?” Handing her candle to Doris, she scrambled through the narrow opening. And Doris, now determined to stick at nothing, set both candles on the ground, and pushed the struggling and resisting Genevieve in next. After that, she passed in the candles to Sally, who held them while she clambered in herself.
And, once safely within, they stood and stared about them.
“Why, Sally,” suddenly breathed Doris, “this isn’t a cave. It’s a cellar! Don’t you see all the household things lying around? Garden tools, and vegetables and—and all that? Where in the world can we be?” A great light suddenly dawned on her.
“Sally Carter, what did I tell you? This cellar is Miss Camilla’s. I know it. I’m certain of it. There’s no other house anywhere near Slipper Point. I told you she knew about that cave!”
Sally listened, open-mouthed. “It can’t be,” she faltered. “I’m sure we didn’t come in that direction at all.”
“You can’t tell how you’re going—underground,” retorted Doris. “Remember, the tunnel made a turn, too. Oh, Sally! Let’s go back at once, before anything is discovered, and never, never let Miss Camilla or any one know what we’ve discovered. It’s none of our business.”
Sally, now convinced, was about to assent, when Genevieve suddenly broke into a loud howl.
“I won’t go back! I won’t go back—in that nas’y place!” she announced, at the top of her lungs.
“Oh, stop her!” whispered Doris. “Do stop
