“Land sakes, Wyn! Will you hush? Fun is all right in its place but this is serious,” warned Pell.
“Looks it,” whispered the same Wyn, into Betta’s unwilling ear.
“Nonsense, standing here like a——”
“Serenading party,” finished Laddie. “Let’s begin.”
“Serenading?” An uncertain and feeble whistle followed, but in the dark no one owned up to it.
“You coming in? No?” asked and answered Vita.
“No. We are not coming in,” declared Nora, who had stepped up to the door at which the spacious Vita stood. “We heard a noise up in the attic and we were coming in to investigate, but we won’t now.”
The girls were audibly disappointed. They said so outright.
“Perhaps she doesn’t know a thing about it,” suggested Laddie. “Don’t you think, Nora, we ought to go in and look around?”
“No, I don’t. She is in the plot, or secret or whatever it is,” declared Nora aside. “When I first came here I heard it——”