“It was pretty hot, so we opened all the windows where there was screens, and we could hear the automobiles passing plain in the public road. They was getting fewer and fewer, and I was just dropping off to sleep, when Anna set up sudden in her bed, and reached over and touched me on the arm.
“‘Hear that, Aunt Mary?’ she whispered.
“‘What?’ says I.
“‘That moving around—in the stable!’
“‘Pshaw! Anna! That ain’t nothing!’ I says. ‘Go to sleep!’
“But she wouldn’t lie down.
“‘Aunt!’ she says again, ‘I wonder if I locked the back door.’
“‘Oh, I guess so!’ says I. I was that sleepy I didn’t care.
“But she was standing up now, putting on her pumps. And before I could say a word, she was creeping quiet like down the steps.”
“Oh!” gasped Lily, who had not eaten a mouthful during this recital. “And you followed her?”