“What was that?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Cara returned.
“I thought I heard something fall to the ground. It sounded like it came from the garden.”
“You’re imagining things,” Cara laughed. “Did you hear anything, Miss Swenster?”
“No, I didn’t. It might have been a ladder that fell. The man who was working on the house yesterday, left one standing against the eaves.”
Madge did not look completely convinced.
“I might just run out and see.”
“Don’t be a goose!” Cara remonstrated. “I think it was your imagination. We’re too far away from the garden to hear any noise from there. It was probably the ladder.”
Madge allowed her chum to drag her into the living room. She went to the window and looked out. It was a black night but had there been a moon she could not have seen the garden for a wing of the house obstructed the view. The wind howled plaintively outside. Miss Swenster thought the room was cold and went to the kitchen for fire-wood.
They built a cheerful little blaze in the fireplace. Madge and Cara sat on the floor, watching the embers. Presently, Miss Swenster brought in marshmallows which they toasted above the coals.