CHAPTER IV
THE STRANGE PROMISE
When the eight young ladies marched into the little cottage it must be admitted that each had her misgivings. What would any one think of such a procession?
But Belle, whether from actual fright of the storm, or from some intuitive knowledge of the circumstances, seemed to be assured that they were all welcome.
A dark-eyed woman greeted them.
"Why, come right in," she insisted. "We haven't much room, but we are all glad to see you."
"Careful," whispered the mischievous Clip to Cora. "There's a trap door some place, I'll bet."
"Hush!" commanded Cora under her breath. "You will be suspected if not overheard."
The woman gathered up some sewing from an old-fashioned sofa. Cora saw instantly that the piece of furniture was of the most desirable pattern and quality, an antique mahogany gem of the colonial style.
"There will be room for most of us on your beautiful couch," said Cora, taking her place, and indicating that the others might follow. "What a handsome piece of furniture!"