"Yes, and we always like to be GOING somewhere, and now we're glad that
we're almost home," said Rose.
"I guess anybody would be glad to get away from that studio, if they'd
ever been in there alone when it gets darker and darker every minute,"
said Polly.
"Do you b'lieve Mr. Kirtland would dare to be there at night?"
questioned Rose.
"Why, he came there after us!" cried Polly, in surprise.
"Well, he had our coachman with him," Rose replied; "he didn't come
alone!"
"That's so," agreed Polly; "he couldn't be afraid with the coachman for
company!"
Aunt Lois was just beginning to think that she could not bear waiting to
hear from the searching party, when she heard little feet upon the
piazza, the music of merry voices, and when the maid opened the door,
Rose ran in, followed by Polly.
"Oh, please may I stay, 'm, to hear what happened to the two dears?"
pleaded Nora.
Aunt Lois smiled assent, and then Rose, with Polly's help, told the
story of the afternoon, of their return to the studio, of the terror
that seemed to fill shadowy corners when twilight came.
"And the noises! Oh, Aunt Lois, you don't know what strange sounds there
were in that studio! I love the pictures, and it's beautiful there in
the daylight, but I can't forget the fright we had, and I won't want to
go there again for, oh, a LONG time!" said Rose.
"We've told you how dark and lonely it was," added Polly, "but you'd
have to HEAR that armor clank to know how it sounded.
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