"Do you think—do you possibly think it's anything to do with Mr.
Anthony?"
Jane's eyes sparkled like jewels at the very thought of anything so adorable.
"I bet it has," said Flora. "What else could it be?"
"Might be just a rotten burglary."
"Chuck it," said Flora. "Don't spoil a decent show."
"I don't want to. But didn't she tell you Mr. Anthony had spoofed the crowd that were against him?"
"Um! But they were a downey lot and p'raps after all they didn't buy the spoof."
"Wouldn't it be terrific," exclaimed Jane, clasping her hands, "wouldn't it be terrific if there was a dust up down here and we were in it."
"Shut up," Flora implored, "it's a jolly sight too good to be true.
Better light the spirit lamp, the old lady'll be in to tea directly."
The words were scarcely spoken before a shadow was cast across the floor and Mrs. Barraclough appeared at the window carrying a basket of roses.