“What?” demanded Wyn.
“A puddle,” replied the heartless leader. “And I’m responsible for the shine on your shoes, lunatic or no lunatic,” she declared loudly.
“When my turn comes to lead for a week I’ll have that wretched girl up every day at dawn,” threatened Betta. “She has the cruelest way of raising one’s hopes.”
“Had you hopes for the lunatic in the mud puddle?” demanded Laddie.
“You had better get your sense valve working,” suggested Doro. “We are almost there.”
“Right,” added Treble. “I can see the gate light now.”
“How ever will we go up there in the dark?” Nora asked Alma. “I will be afraid to go into the house.”
“Don’t you worry, dear,” Alma was still under the influence. “We will all go in together, and Thistle isn’t afraid of man or beast.”
Arrived at the Nest Nora was confronted with a light at the back of the house.
“Someone home?” suggested Thistle.