“Better than to let it drift,” Cora said, “but I am sorry if you were timid.”
“Oh, we were not,” declared Belle, stoutly. “Only we distinctly heard someone on the back porch.”
“At our ice box!” gasped Cora.
“Oh, we never thought of that!” exclaimed Belle.
“Then likely we will be without breakfast,” responded Cora. “But here we are. Who has the key?”
Belle opened the door. “The light is out!” she whispered. “Cora,” she said, aside, “I left it burning!”