"You saved the play, Miss Wenner."
Sarah's happy little smile died away.
"Ach, no, ma'am."
But she could not be long unhappy. Miss Ellingwood's hand would not let her go. When William came he only said, "Why, you little rascal!" which was praise enough. He talked and laughed with Miss Ellingwood and Mr. Sattarlee, and made friends with the boys, until he grew more wonderful than ever in the eyes of his little sister. She sat on the sofa beside Miss Ellingwood, and Edward Ellis and the other ghosts told them how they had walked home, despairing of getting there in time, but determined to do their best.
Ethel and Gertrude glanced at them, and Ethel shrugged her shoulders lightly.
"How do you suppose she ever did it?" said Gertrude.
A mocking smile came into Ethel's blue eyes. It was well for Sarah that she did not hear; it would have grieved her heart almost as much as it hurt generous Ethel's to say a thing so mean.
"Isn't it her usual occupation to listen and tell?" asked Ethel.