“There shouldn’t be,” declared Nora. “Everyone is out for the evening.”
“Where is Vita?” asked the same leader. They had stopped at the natural hedge, and now stood under the picturesque, homemade arc light—Jerry’s lantern with the red globe.
“Vita went out somewhere. She often does, and you see I was going over to camp, so there was, really, no one at home.”
“Your dying princess has come down stairs to die,” suggested the irrepressible Wyn.
“Princess?” scoffed Nora.
“Or was it merely a maid in waiting—excuse me, your man in waiting.”
“Wyn,” shouted Laddie, “can’t you see you are making yourself ridiculous at a time like this?”
She probably couldn’t for she went off into a gale of laughter and had to go behind a bush to enjoy it.
“There is someone in the kitchen,” declared Treble. “Here she comes!”
She did; she came right out and greeted them.