Farnsworth found himself in a large, pleasant room, evidently a drawing-room. But without pausing to look around, he made for the hall, and tried to open the great front doors.
"Can't do it," he called to those outside. "I'll open another window."
In a moment, he had thrown up the sash of another long, low window, in a room the other side of the hall, and invited his friends in.
"Couldn't let you girls walk in on that broken glass," he explained.
"Come in this way, and make yourselves at home."
"We're too wet,—we'll spoil things," said Patty, hesitating at the long lace curtains and fine floors and rugs.
"Nonsense! Come on! Where DO you suppose the electric light key is?
Whoo! here we have it!"
A flood of light filled the room, and the girls saw they were in a comfortable, pleasant library or sitting-room, evidently the home of cultured, refined people.
CHAPTER XII
A WELCOME SHELTER
A piano stood open, and Daisy sat at it, striking a few chords of
"Home, Sweet Home."