"Oh, it was in war; I don't remember much about it, only they all died."
"Well, this isn't a black hole," said Haleema cheerfully; "there's quite a little light comes in at that window." And she began to hum,
"'When a spring lock that lay in ambush there
Fastened her down forever.'
There, that's the last of that Jinerva poem; I couldn't help remembering it; I read it over several times."
"Oh, Haleema, and we're fastened in with a spring lock."
"Oh, we'll get out all right," said Haleema cheerfully; "'where there's a will, there's a way.'"
While she spoke she was moving about the closet.
"I wouldn't meddle any more; if you hadn't meddled with that trunk we wouldn't be in here now."
"I'm not meddling," she replied angrily, "I'm trying to find something." Her search continued for some time, and at last the others heard an exclamation of satisfaction.
"What is it?" asked Concetta. "What have you found?"