“So do I,” declared Orilla sharply, “and you know they—put me out!”
“Oh, no, Orilla, they didn’t do that,” Nancy hurried to correct her. “When Uncle Frederic married—”
“I know all that, Nancy, but don’t let’s talk of it. It makes me furious, even now. Don’t talk any more—some one might hear us. Just come quietly after me,” she whispered.
Where could she be leading her, Nancy wondered? Surely this was the end of the house just back of the servant’s dining room—
Orilla stepped up to the corner of the building, and then Nancy saw that they faced a small door. It was situated at the extreme end of the first floor and almost hidden in heavy shrubbery. While Nancy waited, Orilla surprised her still further by taking a key from her dress and turning it in the lock.
The door opened!
“Orilla!”
“Hush! Just keep close,” whispered the girl. “It is only dark at the entrance.”
By keeping close Nancy soon found herself in a quarter of Fernlode she had never before explored. She knew that it must be the servants’ quarters, and before she could speculate further, Orilla had unlocked another door and they both found themselves in a pleasant little room!
“This is—my—room!”