“If it only doesn’t break!” cried Mina.
Not a sound from inside. I peeped through the cracks. No Mina was to be seen.
“Mina dear! Oh, Mina!”
No, she must certainly have got out, but how? Or perhaps she was lying in the summer-house in a faint from all the excitement. I was perfectly disgusted with myself for having left her, and ran around the garden to the gate. Far down the street I saw Mina’s blue dress. I rushed after her.
“How in the world did you get out?”
“Why, when you were gone I got so desperate because I was alone, that I banged and hammered on the gate as hard as I could; and some one went after Oline and she came and unlocked the gate.”
“Was she angry?”
“Yes, frightfully angry.”