While they had been talking the storm had increased in fury so that the windows rattled as if they would fall out.
A leak started in the roof and water dripped to the floor, where it spread on the carpet and made a black spot.
“It is one of our ink rains!” said the Princess.
Gran’ma ran to the kitchen and got a large tub which she placed where it would catch the ink and save the carpet.
“Thank you very much for doing that!” said a voice from the other side of the room. “I feel sure anyone kind enough to do and act like that would not harm a poor Little Old Lady!”
“Indeed we wouldn’t harm you!” Gran’pa said. “But where are you hiding?”
“Up here!” said the Little Old Lady, as she looked out from behind a picture which covered a window.
“There is a door behind the cabinet there, and if you press the little button at the side you will see a stairway! Perhaps you would be more comfortable up here!”
“Shall we go up?” asked Gran’ma.