“We can, and we will,” said Betty. “I’ve thought it all out. I am going to bury it my own self this very minute.”
“Betty, how—where? Betty, what do you mean?”
“You must help me,” said Betty. “First of all, I am going to get up and put on my thick skirt of black serge. I won’t make a sound, for that creature Fan sleeps next door. Lie perfectly still where you are while I am getting ready.”
The girls obeyed. It was fearfully exciting, lying like this almost in the dark; for there was scarcely any moon, and the dim light in the garden could hardly be called light at all. Betty moved mysteriously about the room, and presently came up to her two sisters.
“Now, you do exactly what you are told.”
“Yes, Betty, we will.”
“I am going, first of all,” said Betty, “to fetch the little spade.”
“Oh Bet, you’ll wake the house!”
“No,” said Betty. She moved towards the door. She was a very observant girl, and had noticed that no door creaked in that well-conducted mansion, that no lock was out of order. She managed to open the door of her bedroom without making the slightest sound. She managed to creep upstairs and reach the Vivian attic. She found the little spade and brought it down again. She re-entered the beautiful big bedroom and closed the door softly.
“Here’s the spade!” she whispered to her sisters. “Did you hear me move?”