“Do you feel like a bird to-day after all the rain?” she asked him.
“Indeed I do.”
“It isn’t possible that the boys aren’t up yet?”
“What? What did you say—not up?” He couldn’t seem to quite comprehend.
Billy came out after hearing her question and interrupted.
“Haven’t they been at your place these two nights past?”
“Why, no!” Her face went dead white as she remembered.
She told them the incident of the haunted region and about Westy’s departure for the lake after Rip.
“I never dreamed but what they came back safely, Mr. Wilde, or I’d have come here and told you.” Her voice was quivering and a tear slid down her frightened face.
Mr. Wilde patted her shoulder comfortingly.