“Don’t you go and leave me here alone with Maisie!” screamed Dotty. “I won’t let you, Dolly. Maisie, you go and get somebody, and Dolly and I will stay here.”
Maisie started, but on opening the door, and peering out, she flew back, slamming the door hard.
“What is it?” cried both girls. “What did you see?”
“Oh, oh!” and Maisie shivered and shook.
“Tell us, what’s out there? What did you see out there?”
“Oh, n-n-othing. But it’s so dark! I’m afraid to go out. There may be more of them—”
“More people wanting to have a fit in our hall?” said Dotty, who never could fail to see the ridiculous side of anything.
“Don’t, Dot,” implored Dolly. “Don’t talk like that! Maybe she is d-dead, you know.”
“Maybe? Why, of course she is! She doesn’t breathe or move at all. Of course she’s dead, Dolly. We’ve got to go and get somebody. Suppose we all go. It’s awful to leave her here alone, but what can we do?”
“Oh, we oughtn’t all to leave her. Maybe she’ll come to.”