"Then if anybody
did come in--"
Uncle Rufus shook his head. "It's meant for us," he asserted with
conviction as he climbed into bed. "He said 'dressing-room' and pointed.
The girl's made a mistake, that's all. It's a good place for my clothes,
and I'm going to leave 'em there. Will you put out the lights?"
Aunt Ruth looked around the wall. "I can never get used to electric
lights at Eleanor's," said she. "And I don't see the place here, at
all."
She searched for the switches some time in vain, but at length
discovered them and succeeded in extinguishing the lights of the room
the pair were in. But the lights of the adjoining rooms still burned
with brilliancy.
"Oh, dear!" she sighed softly. Then she appealed to her husband.
Uncle Rufus, who had nearly fallen asleep while his wife had been
searching, spoke without opening his eyes. "Shut all the doors and leave
'em going," he advised,
"Oh, no, I can't do that! Think of the cost, running all night so."
"I reckon they can afford it," he commented drowsily.
But Aunt Ruth continued to hunt, first in the large outer room which
looked like a drawing-room, and possessed an elaborate central
electrolier whose control, even after she discovered the switch, caused
the little lady considerable perplexity.
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