.. and she laughed a little, too ... and then grew grave
again....
"It was such a beautiful night, Johnnie and I took a walk in the
moonlight."
Darrie looked from one to the other of us with a wide, staring look.
"You needn't look that way, Darrie!"
"Please, please, Hildreth!"
"You and Penton have taken walks in the moonlight."
"Hildreth, dear, I'm not rebuking you ... and you know my walks with
Penton are all right, are harmless."
"Yes, I know they are ... but you mustn't rebuke me, either."
"I wasn't rebuking either you or Johnnie ... it isn't that I'm thinking
of at all ... but everything has been so uncanny here to-night ... I
could not sleep ... every little rustle of curtains, every creak or
motion in the whole house vibrated through me ... something's going to
happen to someone."
"You're only upset because Penton's in jail," I explained.
"No, that's not it ... that's nothing compared to this feeling ... this
premonition--"
"Come on, let's make some coffee ... in the percolator."
"You girls sit down and I'll make it. I've been a cook several times in
my career."
Someone was knocking about in the dark, upstairs. We heard a match
struck....
"There, we've waked Ruth, too."
"What's the matter down there?" Ruth was calling.
"Come on down and join us, Ruth,--we're having a cup of coffee a-piece."
"It's only two o'clock .
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