Mrs. L. Why, Rachel, what is the matter?
A. Do tell us, Aunt Rachel.
Phil. (sturdily). I’ll protect you, Aunt Rachel. Where’s the robber?
A. R. Oh, there’s a man in my room—and he spoke to me. (Clasping her hands.) What shall I do? Oh! oh!
Mrs. L. A man in your room! It can’t be. How could he get in with the doors all locked?
A. R. (tartly). I tell you there is a man there. Don’t you believe me? He spoke to me too.
Phil. What did he say, Aunt Rachel?
A. R. I’m sure I don’t know. I didn’t wait to hear.
Mr. L. (entering, L.). Pray what is the matter? You all look frightened.
Mrs. L. And well we may. There’s a man in Rachel’s room.