"Of course not, child. Oh, see! Haleema has found a box of paint," and they laughed loudly at the bright red spots on Haleema's cheeks. Then Haleema put on the curled wig. The others shrieked with laughter. "Your eyes look blacker than black."
"I think I hear some one coming upstairs"
"Ah, this is better than Angelina's whip," and then they all shouted again, recalling the episode of Angelina and the switch.
"Hush! hark!" cried Concetta, with her hand at her ear; "I think I hear some one coming upstairs."
"Shut the trunk! Let's go into the closet;" and as she spoke the other two followed her into the closet. It was a large closet with a transom that let in a certain amount of light, and at first their situation seemed rather amusing to the three. Haleema, who had gone in last, had closed the door with a snap, and after a few minutes had passed she started to open it again. But, alas! she could not lift the latch. Evidently it had closed with a spring, and they would have to wait until some one should come to their relief.
At first, as before, they giggled a little; then, as they realized their situation, they sobered down.