“I know that patio is in about the center of the house,” she thought. “Then this wall opposite me would be in a direct line with the patio.”
Since she could not see distinctly in the dim rays of the night light, she turned on a brighter one, and tilting it upward, threw its rays directly on the wall opposite.
To her disappointment she could see nothing but the plain surface of the plastered wall.
“This hall must’ve been connected in some way with that patio,” she told herself. “There’s bound to be something somewhere to show how it was connected.”
Tilting the light first at one angle and then another, she gazed at the wall intently, searching for some sign of a former opening.
All at once she caught a glimpse of the dim, shadowy outlines of a broad arch.
Tiptoeing to the bedroom door, she called softly, “Girls, come here quickly! I’ve found it—I knew I was right!”
Quickly she led Peggy and Florence to the spot in which she had been standing, and again tilting the light, pointed to the wall.
“Don’t you see the outlines of an arch over there?” she asked, as she threw the rays of the light back and forth across the wall.
“Your imagination’s running away with you, Jo,” scoffed Peggy. “I can’t see a thing but a blank wall.”