“That noise you mean?”
“Yes. Wasn’t it queer?”
“Oh, not so very. At home we wouldn’t give it a second thought.”
“Yes,” agreed Belle, “but there are so many ways of explaining noises in town, and so few ways up here. I wonder if that is the beginning of the surprises, Cora?”
“If it is they aren’t so unpleasant. Noise never hurt any one.”
So they said nothing to the others about the little disturbance in the night, and the only remark the others made, having any reference to it, was that of Walter’s about thunder.
“It must have been thunder,” Cora said, “for if the noise had been in our bungalow the boys couldn’t have heard it in theirs.”
“I don’t see how they could,” Belle agreed.
“But, all the same, I’m going to have some way of calling to Jack and the others without screaming our lungs out,” declared Cora. “It’s only right to be able to summon them if we want them. One of us might become ill, and they’d have to go for the doctor. I’d rather call Jack than Mr. Floyd.”
Cora spoke to her brother that afternoon.