. Betty Wales & Co. : a story for girls . they take? 324 BETTT WALES & CO, I was so frightened I didnt stop to thought they might be hiding in the loft. Babbie dropped a skirt over her head, andstarted down the stairs, hooking it up as sheran. They wouldnt do that. Theyd want toescape in the dark, she called back encoura-gingly. But at the door of the tea-shop she paused. There is something moving up there, shewhispered cautiously. See! Over in thatcorner by the curtain. Betty couldnt see anything moving, butwhen Babbie started in a hasty retreat towardthe little white house she banged t
. Betty Wales & Co. : a story for girls . they take? 324 BETTT WALES & CO, I was so frightened I didnt stop to thought they might be hiding in the loft. Babbie dropped a skirt over her head, andstarted down the stairs, hooking it up as sheran. They wouldnt do that. Theyd want toescape in the dark, she called back encoura-gingly. But at the door of the tea-shop she paused. There is something moving up there, shewhispered cautiously. See! Over in thatcorner by the curtain. Betty couldnt see anything moving, butwhen Babbie started in a hasty retreat towardthe little white house she banged to the bigdoor and followed. Just then Bridget camewaddling breathlessly up the hill. Wats up now. Misses? she called.* Why are yez afther shuttin of me out? Bridgets fat figure was very Betty and Babbie ran towardit, gasping out the news. In the loft ? Well, well finish em seized a brass-handled poker, thelatest addition to the tea-shops stock of an-tiques. Then she laid it down again, carefully. COME ALONG NOW w^TOB, LBNaX ANDiLDBN FOUNDATIONSR L BETTT WALES & CO. 325 removed her neat black bonnet, and as care-fully laid it on a table. No use of spilinthat in a fight. Come along now wid yez,she ordered. Betty seized an umbrella that some one hadopportunely left in a corner, and Babbie choseas weapon a tall brass candlestick. Then theprocession started, Bridget waddling andwheezing in front, Betty, still white withterror, following, and Babbie, beginning tosmile again at the absurdity of the search,bringing up the rear. But they hunted con-scientiously, exploring every hiding-placeinto which a man could possibly squeeze him-self and some that would have cramped a self-respecting cat. They aint here at all, announcedBridget at last, removing her eye from a knot-hole in the wall into which she had been spy-ing laboriously, and standing upright withmore puffings and pantings. ** Its down-stairs we go. Thim stalls are foine forburgulars, and m
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