“Then come with me. You ARE dressed; never mind your bonnets, or you will be too late.”
Questions poured on her; but she waived all explanation, and did not give them time to think, or Josephine, for one, she knew would raise objections. She led the way to the Pleasaunce, and, when she got to the ancestral oak, she said hurriedly, “Now, mesdemoiselles, hide in there, and as still as mice. You’ll soon know who leaves the purses.”
With this she scudded to the lane, and gave Edouard the key. “Look sharp,” said she, “before they get up; it’s almost their dressing time.”
“YOU’LL SOON KNOW WHO LEAVES THE PURSES!”
Curiosity, delicious curiosity, thrilled our two daughters of Eve.
This soon began to alternate with chill misgivings at the novelty of the situation.
“She is not coming back,” said Josephine ruefully.
“No,” said Rose, “and suppose when we pounce out on him, it should be a stranger.”
“Pounce on him? surely we are not to do that?”
“Oh, y-yes; that is the p-p-programme,” quavered Rose.