“Praise de Lord! Praise de Lord!”
“Phrosy, be quiet—do!” from Miss Alling. “What was it you heard, Nell?”
“It was like a whistle—soft and repeated three times.”
“Oh, that was Darry’s call,” broke in Jessie, feeling wonderfully relieved.
“The boys have heard the commotion and have come to find out if we are still alive,” suggested Amy, as they started toward the door, dragging the still-trembling Phrosy with them.
Though she was sure that no one but the boys were behind that door, Jessie waited until she heard them speak before opening it.
As their voices reached her reassuringly she flung the door wide, beckoning them eagerly to come in.
The boys looked about them eagerly and with undisguised relief as they realized that the girls and Miss Alling—and even black Phrosy—were alive and well.
“You girls shouldn’t scare us like that,” complained Burd. “From the noise, we thought a lion had been let loose among you, at least.”
“It was Phrosy who did the screaming,” said Jessie. “She thought she heard a ghost.”