Whatever it was, the sound was not repeated. Together Cora and Belle got a drink in the bath room, and brought one to Bess. Cora called softly to her, but the plump twin had gone to sleep again, without waiting for the water. Cora set it in a chair by the bed and came out of the room as softly as she had gone in.
“No use letting her know about it,” she remarked to Belle. “And we won’t tell anything in the morning, until we hear what the others have to say.”
“All right,” agreed Belle. “I’ll lie with you a while.”
“Yes,” assented Cora. She understood Belle’s feelings.
The two girls talked in whispers, straining their ears for a repetition of the strange noise, but none came, and finally Belle, who was fighting off sleep, announced that she was going to her own room.
Cora and Belle looked significantly at one another across the breakfast table, and Bess remarked:
“Did you hear me knock it over?”
“Knock what over?” asked Cora, wonderingly.
“The glass of water in the chair by my bed. I didn’t know it was there, and just before daylight I awoke, and as I put my arm out of bed I knocked the glass to the floor. I thought sure you must have heard it.”
“No,” Cora replied. “Did you break it?”