CHAPTER VII
SURPRISES ALL AROUND
“How long have you been in New York?” began Janet, when at last they emerged from the little shop.
“About two months,” said Cecily. “And I’ve lived in that place all this time, and have not known why. Miss Benedict has never explained. She acts toward me as if I were a lodger, or—or some one she allowed to stay there for reasons of her own, but didn’t particularly want to have about. She’s kind to me, but never—friendly. Sometimes she looks at me in the strangest way—I can’t imagine what she’s thinking about. But why does she live like this?” and she turned inquiring eyes on the girls.
“I’m sure we don’t know!” exclaimed Marcia. “We only wonder about it. The house seems to be all shut up.”
“Why, it is!” Cecily enlightened them. “And it makes it so dark
