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"Well, shall I see him for you?" But Faith was not going to allow this. After all, she was Forrester's wife and mistress of the house. "I'll see him myself," she said. Peg smiled, well pleased, and presently Faith went slowly down the stairs, with a nervously beating heart, and pushed open the closed drawing-room door.
"Thank you, I'm dreadfully tired. Could we go somewhere, and have a cup of tea?" The way was pointed out, and the sisters mounted the stairs once more, took possession of a little table in a corner, and leant back wearily in their chairs.
"We can take you to a great tree that will serve us well, if we can but get across the stream with our goods." "But would you have us roost, like fowls, in a tree? How do you think we could get up to our perch?" "Was there not a large lime tree in our town in which they built a ball room, with stairs up the trunk?"
"The drawing-room door is locked. We ought to find M. Formery hammering on it." And he smiled as if he found the thought pleasing. They went back up the stairs, through the opening, into the drawing-room of M. Gournay-Martin's house. Sure enough, from the other side of the locked door came the excited voice of M. Formery, crying: "Guerchard! Guerchard! What are you doing? Let me in!
On our pilgrimage up this weary flight of stairs the guide drew our attention to a gloomy little dungeon, cut out of the thickness of the wall, in which there is but little light, and wherein the musty smell of ages is plainly discernible. "This," whispered Mr.
Beth nestled up to her, and whispered softly, "I wish I could send my bunch to Father. I'm afraid he isn't having such a merry Christmas as we are." "Jo! Jo! Where are you?" cried Meg at the foot of the garret stairs.
They wasn't there but just a minute, an' then, a little later, I heard an automobile start up." "You have no idea how long ago this was?" "No, I ain't, sir. I been lyin' here about half dead, I guess, an' I don't seem to have known anything after that, until those fellows come down here with the lantern. Were they hunting after you?" "Yes; I outwitted them up stairs, and jumped from a window.
After drinking it and taking a roll and some butter I went into the passage and found O sitting on the stairs putting his boots on. He too was silent save for a little muttered swearing. It is always hard to get off camp before dawn. When O had finished his breakfast we found the guides waiting for us with a lantern, and we started on our walk by two o'clock or a little later.
"Old woman," said he, addressing his wife, "can't you rake up something for this boy to eat? I dare say he is hungry." "I don't think we've got anything more in the house." "I'll go out directly and get something. Come down, boy, I want to ask you a few more questions." They went down stairs, followed by the wife.
You can guess what it was a spider's web, hung out from the overhanging branch of a tree. Then flipperty-flopperty, flipperty-flopperty, flop, flip, flop down his stairs came cunning Father Spider and quickly gobbled up the little Gnat for his supper, and that was the end of him. A strong Lion and what overcame him? A Gnat. A clever Gnat and what overcame him? A Spider's web!
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