"Not a bit like it! It goes like this."
A few minutes later the door opened and Ollie put her head in.
"For Heaven's sake be quiet! You'll wake Prue, and she's all wore out; and she's only got an hour more before they have to get up and take the train for Des Moines."
The old rascals promised to be good, but as soon as she had gone they wrangled in whispers and danced on tiptoes. Suddenly Prue put her head in at the door and gasped:
"What in Heaven's name are you and poppa up to? Do you want to wake Orton?"
Papa had to explain:
"I got a new step, Prue. Goes like this. Come on, momma."
Serina shyly took her place in his arms; but they had taken only a few strides when Prue hissed:
"Sh-h! Don't do it! Stop it!"
"Why?"