"Nonsense," said Mr. Witherbee. "Why, it scared him away, didn't it?"
"And scared the rest of us almost to death. I can't see any economy in that, I must say. I suppose, though, we should be thankful we're alive. Shall I show you your room now, Rosalind, or will you wait until after breakfast?"
"I'll wait," said Miss Chalmers.
Mrs. Witherbee stepped into the hall and called:
"Gertrude!"
"Yes, mother," answered a voice from above.
"Rosalind is here."
"I'll be down in a jiffy."
"And, Gertrude!"
"Well, mother?"