In the hall he paused for a moment, holding on to the balusters and re-reading his directions. Then he crawled slowly up the stairs and sought his grandmother’s room.
CHAPTER XIV
THE PROPHET JOURNEYS TO THE MOUSE
Mrs. Merillia was just beginning to recover from the prostration of the preceding day when the Prophet came into the room where she was seated with Mrs. Fancy Quinglet. She looked up at him almost brightly, but started when she saw how agitated he seemed.
“Grannie,” said the Prophet, abruptly, “you would tell me anything, wouldn’t you?”
“Why, of course, my dear boy. But what about?”
“About—about yourself?”
Mrs. Merillia looked very much astonished.
“There is nothing to hide, Hennessey,” she said with gentle dignity. “You know that.”