"You will see," said Miss Linn, mysteriously. She laid her sewing aside and rang a small silver bell, peremptorily.
A moment later old Margery appeared at the door. "Did you ring, mem?"
"Where is Miss May?"
"In the back yard, mem," answered Margery with reluctance that did not escape Miss Linn's keen eyes.
"What is she doing?"
Margery hesitated. Tale-bearing was against her principles, but no one hesitated long before replying to Miss Linn, and the old servant answered, "She's helping John saw wood, mem."
If a bombshell had exploded in that quiet room the effect upon the Misses Linn could not have been more startling.
"Do you hear that, Celia? Is that merely a little hoydenish? Margery, send Miss May to me."
"Yes, mem," answered Margery, wishing with all her heart that she had not heard Miss Linn's bell.