“Good business,” said Wilfred with an appreciative grin. “Did she catch you?”
“Not she—I can tell you I didn't wait long, 'cause she always comes upstairs as quick as lightning. She did come, too, in an awful hurry, and locked up the room—I only got out of the way just in time. And every minute she could, yesterday, she was up there.”
“Well, I don't see much in that.”
“No, but look here, I got another chance of looking into her room this morning, and that trunk was gone!”
“Gone back to the box-room,” said Wilfred with superiority.
“No, it wasn't—I went up and looked. And her other trunk's not there, either.”
“Oh, you're dreaming! I bet she'd just pushed it under her bed.”
“Pooh!” said Avice. “That great big trunk wouldn't go under her bed—you know she's only got a little stretcher-bed. And I tell you they'd both gone. I bet you anything she's going to run away.”
“Where'd she run to?”
“Oh, somewhere with Bob.”