“Nae, nae! I’ll nae tell them anything excitin’,” promised the motherly old soul.
“Oh, my!” suddenly exclaimed Agnes, as the door bell rang after Ruth had returned from seeing Sammy off and Dot and Tess upstairs to bed. “Oh!” and she sprang up so abruptly that her nail buffer bounced half-way across the room.
“Well, what’s getting into you?” demanded Neale, with a laugh, as he picked up the part of the manicure set and restored it to Agnes, making good an opportunity to hold her hand while Ruth went to see who was at the door, calling back:
“It’s probably Luke and Cecile!”
And it was. Ruth led them back into the living-room in time to hear Agnes saying to Neale:
“Stop! Stop it, I say! Aren’t you silly!”
Agnes had rather a red face, but if Luke noticed that Neale’s hair was a bit tumbled, the young collegian said nothing about it.
“Oh, we’ve had such a fright!” exclaimed Agnes, after greeting the visitors.
“Fright?” repeated Cecile, questioningly.
“Yes. Two strange men got in the cellar——”