"Heck, no fair," objected Big Chief Fang in the hall. "You're not supposed to use locks. Come on out!"
"Never!" sang Portia.
"Never, never, never!" sang Lucy.
"Oh, well, who cares! Stay in there then; stay all year. All you'll have to eat is withered-up old pills," said Big Chief Fang.
"Oig," said another Indian who sounded like Davey.
"Come on, you guys; let's go and ask my mother for a cooky," invited the Chief, and away they all thundered, down the hall and down the stairs.
"Peace at last," said Lucy. Then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the basin. "Heavens, is my skin really that color? Green?"
"Oh, no, it makes everybody look like that. But that's not where she kept her medicines. They're over here in this wall thing."
Portia tugged at the handle of the little cabinet door.
"You should have seen Jule searching for Mrs. Brace-Gideon's safe in here. In a bathroom, imagine! Honestly!"