In one of the tall buildings facing the river Blanche’s attention was caught by an open door.
“Look here, Mill,” she said, “we’ve only been looking for shops. Let’s try one of these houses. We might find something to eat in there.”
“I’m afraid,” said Millie.
“What of?” sneered Blanche. “At the worst it’s skeletons, and we can come out again.”
Millie shuddered. “You go,” she suggested.
“Not by myself, I won’t,” returned Blanche.
“There you are, you see,” said Millie.
“Well, it’s different by yourself.”
“I hate it,” returned Millie with emphasis.
“So do I, in a way, only I’m fair starving,” said Blanche. “Come on.”