“I can’t,” repeated the Story Girl patiently.
“You said one time you had an idea who ‘Alice’ was,” I said. “Was your idea anything like the truth?”
“Yes, I guessed pretty nearly right.”
“Do you suppose they’ll keep the room locked after they are married?” asked Cecily.
“Oh, no. I can tell you that much. It is to be Miss Reade’s own particular sitting room.”
“Why, then, perhaps we’ll see it some time ourselves, when we go to see Miss Reade,” cried Cecily.
“I’d be frightened to go into it,” confessed Sara Ray. “I hate things with mysteries. They always make me nervous.”
“I love them. They’re so exciting,” said the Story Girl.
“Just think, this will be the second wedding of people we know,” reflected Cecily. “Isn’t that interesting?”
“I only hope the next thing won’t be a funeral,” remarked Sara Ray gloomily. “There were three lighted lamps on our kitchen table last night, and Judy Pineau says that’s a sure sign of a funeral.”