"She—she's locked in a trunk in the attic—the big trunk," explained Charlie, "an' she's hollerin' like anything, but we can't get her out!"
"Locked in that trunk! Good gracious!" cried Mrs. Preston. "That trunk shuts with a spring lock. Now I wonder where the key to it is."
"Here's a lot of keys we found!" said Bunny, holding out those he and Charlie had gathered from the other trunks.
"I'll try those, but I'm afraid they won't fit," said Mrs. Preston, hurrying up to the attic, followed by Bunny, Charlie and Rose.
"You'll be all right now, Sue!" called Mrs. Preston through the sides of the trunk to Sue. "We'll soon have you out."
"Please hurry," said a muffled and far-off voice. "I can hardly breathe in here."
"I should say not!" exclaimed Mrs. Preston. "We'll get you out soon, though."
She tried other keys, none of which would fit, and then she brought up from her bedroom another bunch that locked the trunks she used when she went traveling.
"It's of no use," she cried, when she found she could not open the trunk. "We can't waste any more time. Charlie, you run and get Mr. Wright, the carpenter. He'll have to saw a hole in the end of the trunk to get Sue out."
"But he won't hurt her, will he?" asked Bunny.