As though she heard her name, Edith stirred, turned over and finally rose on one elbow.
"Did you sleep well?" asked Constance. "We needn't get up unless you like. When we are ready, Yvonne is to bring us breakfast in my sitting-room. We'll wash and put on boudoir caps and eat en negligée."
At this delightful programme both girls became wide awake in an instant.
"And you will tell us about the ghost?" asked Frances.
"I will," replied Constance, sitting up and gathering her pretty kimono about her, a lovely white Japanese crepe embroidered in gold with fire-eating dragons of appalling size. One stretched across the front as she fastened the folds. The girls also rose and put on their dressing-gowns. Unlocking the door, Constance looked into the hall.
"I'll just see that the coast is clear before the procession forms," she remarked. "Daddy's rooms are down-stairs but Max's is on our way. I'm quite sure though that he and Dad are already out, for Dad likes to attend early service and Max has probably gone with him like a dutiful young man."
As the three started, Edith turned to glance searchingly around.
"What are you looking for?" asked Frances.
"For the pussy," replied Edith, hurrying to overtake them. "I thought there was one in the room."
"Miss Connie put it out," said Frances, laughing. "Wake up, Edith!"