“I don’t think the face was that of a burglar. If it had been, he might have entered the house and killed me, and taken what he wanted. There was nothing to prevent him,” said Drusilla.
“Ah-h-h!” screamed Pina, “I shall never dare to sleep in the house when master is away.”
“I shall ask your master to allow Leo to sleep in the house when he himself means to be absent,” said Drusilla.
“But then they would steal the horses,” objected Leo.
“Well, and if they do? Ain’t the mistress’s life, to say nothing of the gold and silver plate, and money and jewels, a deal more vallearble than the hosses, you——”
Pina stopped her tongue in time not to call her brother bad names in her mistress’s presence.
“You may both go now. And, Pina, say nothing of what has happened. And you, Leo, keep your faculties on the alert and try to discover this mystery,” said the little lady.
“What—what is it I am to do with my factories, ma’am?” inquired the boy, doubtingly.
“You are to keep your eyes and ears open and try to find out who it was that looked into my window,” said Drusilla, smiling even in the midst of her sadness.
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” answered the boy, as he bowed himself out, followed by his sister.