Azalea.
CHAPTER V
MALLOWBANKS
Mallowbanks, November third.
Carin, dear:
Where did I leave off? Oh, yes, where I went running down the big dark, winding corridors, knocking and knocking at the strange doors!
Well, presently one of them, far away from where I was, opened, and a voice called:
“What is it? Oh, what is it?”
“Is it you, Aunt Lorena,” I cried, running toward the voice.
“Yes, yes, Azalea. Tell me what is the matter.”
“Grandmother has gone out in the garden in her night clothes. I tried to follow her, but I’ve lost her somewhere.”