The three girls shuddered, but did not answer.
"There!" cried the Imp, glad to change the subject. "I've finished these books. Now what else is there to do here, Louis?"
"Aunt Yvonne said that closet was to be emptied and all the things piled on the floor."
The Imp straightway dived into the closet, calling back:
"I'll hand the things out, and you all put them where they are to go."
She began hurling out packages and bundles in an endless stream, for it seemed as if the closet had been used for years as a storage-place, and that the contents had seldom been moved.
"My, but there are a lot of them!" coughed the Imp, choking with dust.
"Yes, Aunt Yvonne said she was rather ashamed of this closet," said Louis. "She's used it as a catch-all for years, and most of these bundles are things she never has any use for, yet won't under any circumstances give or throw away."
"We have the same kind of a closet at home," remarked Carol. "Mother says she doesn't know how she'd get along without it,—I mean the kind of place where you stow things away that you hardly expect to touch again."