“Hush!” Cora cautioned. “I found her–in the barn.”
“The barn! Before the fire?” he gasped. “Did she—?”
“After it was–going,” Cora managed to say. Then she put her finger to her lips.
The young folks, at least the girls, insisted upon huddling in the very darkest corner of the room.
“Don’t go near the phonograph,” cautioned Eline. “Musical sounds are very dangerous during a storm, I’ve heard.”
Then the absurdity of “musical sounds” from a silent phonograph occurred to her, and she laughed as quickly as did the others.
“Well it’s metal at any rate,” she amended, “and that is just as bad.” “Who’s your friend, Cora?” Ed asked, in an off-hand way.
“Oh, she is going to tell us a wonderful story,” put in Bess before Cora could reply. “Wait until she has finished her tea.”
“She looks like a deserted wife,” Belle ventured softly, in her usual strain of romance.
“What’s the indication?” asked Walter somewhat facetiously. “Now, do I look anything like a deserted lover?”