From the library they went noiselessly up to the nursery.
“See!” And the old gentleman directed the attention of his niece to Madeline, who was sitting there alone, her back to the door, silent and motionless.
“She is reading,” whispered the mother.
Uncle John shook his head.
“Madeline!” Mrs. Dainty could not repress the impulse to speak.
The child started up and turned with something of a frightened look toward the door.
“What are you doing here all alone?” asked Mrs. Dainty.
“Nothing,” answered the child, looking confused.
“Nothing?”
“No, ma’am.”