“The shadow on the curtain,” said Rosa.
At the same moment Agnes said: “Hello! Mrs. Bobster has company.”
There was a lamp lit in the tiny front room of the cottage. Plainly silhouetted upon the white shade was a man sitting in a chair.
“What! With his hat on?” exclaimed Ruth. “Who can it be?”
“He isn’t very polite, whoever he is,” said Neale.
“Let’s see about it,” suggested Agnes. “Do you know anything about him, Rosa?”
“I only know she has had a visitor sometimes—after I’m in bed,” said the Southern girl.
“Come on! let’s go in the side door,” said Agnes, in a low voice.
But when they had tiptoed to the door they found it locked. Rosa laughed. “I tell you she never leaves a door or window unfastened after dark,” she said.
They heard the little old woman who lived in a shoe coming to the door to let them in. But Rosa had to assure her who it was before Mrs. Bobster unlocked the door.