“But they have so many pleasures of their own for evenings,” she told Nora, “I shouldn’t fancy they would want to come under an ordinary roof often during the summer months.”
After the big picture with all its wizard scenes had been enjoyed, they started back towards Wildwoods. It was then that the fear of that crawling thing again crowded down on Nora and caused her to shiver until she actually shook.
“Too cool?” inquired Ted, unfolding a soft knitted scarf from her end of the seat.
“No, just shivery,” truthfully answered the imaginative Nora.
It was very dark along the country road, and only the flashing lights of passing cars penetrated the dense blackness of the tree-tunnels through which the party rode. It may have been this or it may have been the accumulated fatigue of her big, full day, but at any rate, Nora felt very much inclined to huddle up to Cousin Ted and hide.
The humming of the motor was like a lullaby, and the voices of Ted and Jerry mingled so evenly that presently Nora forgot, then she forgot to think, and then she stopped thinking.
She was sound asleep in the cosy comfort of Theodora Manton’s encircling arm.
“I’ll lift her,” she heard a voice whisper.
It had seemed only a minute since she entered the car and here she was home, at the very door, with Vita standing there, lantern in hand.
“Oh, thank you, Cousin Jerry,” spoke up Nora bravely. “I am wide awake now. How perfectly silly to fall asleep?”