“I put it,” said Barbara, evidently only forced to reply by sheer sincerity.
“You! And why?”
“I thought it safer,” mumbled Babie.
“And you knew where the key of the closet was?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“In my doll’s bed, locked up in the baby-house.”
“This is most extraordinary. When did you do this?”
“Just before we came out to you at Leukerbad,” said Babie, each reply pumped out with great difficulty.
“Four years ago! It is a very odd thing. I suppose you had a panic, for you were too old then for playing monkey tricks.”