The five went up the stairs, however, without any suspicion that they were prisoners.
“Come on! come on!” urged Bobby, who mounted much quicker than the others. “Oh, this is glorious!”
They came out into a square room, through which the air blew freshly. The rain had evidently blown into the place during the shower, for it lay in puddles on the stone floor. The windows had no panes—indeed, they were merely narrow slits in the stone wall, like loop-holes in old fortresses.
“Dear me!” cried Jess. “How small the people look in the park—do you see? Just like ants.”
“Some of ’em are uncles, not ‘ants,’” laughed Bobby.
“Punning again!” exclaimed Nell. “You should be punished for that, Bobby.”
“Huh! that’s worse than mine,” declared Bobby.
“Look at that sky!” cried Laura.
“It is very beautiful,” agreed Eve, quietly.
“Look at those clouds yonder—a great, pink bed of down!” murmured Jess.