"Goodness!" whispered Marjory, "there's no knowing what Laura told her—she never did tell anything straight."
"Let's keep still," said Mabel. "Perhaps she'll think there's nobody home."
"No hope of that," said Jean. "She saw us come in. But, pshaw! she can't hurt us anyway."
"No," said Marjory. "What's the use of being afraid—we didn't do anything to be ashamed of. Aunty Jane says we should have turned Laura out the day she took the handkerchiefs."
"I'm not exactly afraid," said Bettie, "but I don't like Mrs. Milligan—still, we'll have to let her in, I suppose."
A second vigorous peal at the bell warned them that their visitor was getting impatient.
"You're the biggest and the most dignified," said Marjory, giving Jean a shove. "You go."
"Don't ask her in if you can help it,"
