"It is in the library," answered George quietly. "We will inspect all the house first."
"How clean it all looks! Who did you trust to keep it like this? I expected to find it all cob webs?"
"Betty begged me to leave the keys with her, so that she could see to it herself. It was her secret, you know."
"Dear Betty! Always doing something kind! I must see her tomorrow, surely."
At last they reached the library.
"May I?" she asked, with her hand upon the door knob.
"Yes or no, would be the same to an inquisitive little woman," he answered, laughing down at her.
She opened the door and they entered. The light was just strong enough to show the room, cosy and inviting as they had left it.
Alma looked around wonderingly.
"I don't see it, she said, turning to George.