Barnabetta raised the shears just as though she contemplated trying to pick the lock with them. She laid hold upon the knob and shook the door.
“For pity’s sake, Barnabetta!” exclaimed Agnes. “What do you want there?”
The circus girl jumped and actually screamed. Her thin face flushed and then paled. Her eyes flashed.
“I might ha’ known ’twas you—always snoopin’ around!” snarled Barnabetta.
“Why—why—”
“Can’t I look at that old lock if I want to? I’m not hurtin’ it.”
“And I’m pretty sure you can’t unlock it with those shears,” returned the wondering Agnes.
“Who’s trying to unlock it?” snapped Barnabetta.
“You were.”
“Weren’t, neither!” declared the circus girl, throwing down the shears. “Leastways, not for myself,” she added.