“That is a question that has puzzled me before,” he answered.
“But you must have done something,” she said.
“Well, there wasn’t anything to eat or drink in the church,” he began, “nor anything in the neighborhood as far as we knew, except cocoanuts, and I was afraid to go out to get them—”
He stopped, for her aunt’s voice was calling again from above. They looked up and saw her on the balcony of the third story.
“Mr. Williams,” she said, “you must come up and see the gold room.”
“Please, no,” he answered; “I’ve put on my shoes.”
“Yes, you must,” she insisted. “I sha’n’t come down until you do.”
“You had better go,” said the girl. “She means what she says.”
“I’ll be up at once,” he called. He took off his shoes and went in.