The front doorbell rang, and Mrs. Aldrich went to open the door. Mrs. Journay sat where she was.
“Jerry!” she heard Mrs. Aldrich cry in a tone of fright.
“Don’t worry!” answered a cheerful voice which Mrs. Journay recognized without difficulty. “It’s only a scratch; but—this is Miss Journay. She saved my life!”
“Oh!” protested Lynn. “Really I didn’t!”
Mrs. Journay then entirely forgot her position, and hurried into the hall. There she saw that man, with a bandage around his head, and Lynn standing beside him.
“Auntie!” cried Lynn, amazed. “You here?”
“Why not?” inquired Mrs. Journay. “I might ask why you are here!”
“Mr. Sargent got hurt trying to save my boxes,” Lynn explained anxiously; “so you see, auntie—”
“What am I expected to see?” asked Mrs. Journay, with lifted eyebrows.
Mrs. Aldrich now intervened.