CHAPTER IV THE TALISMAN
“What was that?”
“What?”
“I heard something. I felt the door open.”
“You’re dreaming. It isn’t daylight yet. Turn over and try the other side.”
“Honest, Trixy,” Gloria raised her voice a trifle, “I did hear something. I am going to get up and look around.”
She did. It was daylight but not yet very bright, as the late fall morning was tardy in asserting itself.
“The door is open!” exclaimed Gloria. “I am sure I shut it.”
“I have always told you to lock it,” Trixy reminded her.
“But I hate bolted doors. They make me feel I’m being locked in a jail.” Gloria shut the door almost noiselessly, and then turned on the light.
“Nothing missing, that I can see——”
“Then, please, go back to bed,” begged Trixy from the other side of the curtains. “I do hate to lose
