"Well, I didn't know you had that much sense," approved Bobby, who
was blunt almost to a fault but undoubtedly fond of her younger
cousin. "Come on, girls, we'll have one more good game before the
family begin to hint I'm too old for such hoydenish tricks. We'll go
up to the attic and make as much noise as we can."
CHAPTER XVII
MORE SIGHTSEEING
Libbie waited till they were safely in the attic before she followed
up her suggestion.
"I read the loveliest story last summer," she said dreamily. "It was
about a bride--"
A shout of laughter from the listening girls interrupted her.
"I knew there would be a bride in it somewhere," rippled Bobby.
"Now, Libbie, once and for all, this is hide-and-go-seek, not a mock
wedding."
"You might let me finish," protested Libbie. "I only meant to say
this story was about a bride who ran away from her wedding guests for
fun and hid in a great carved chest; the chest had a spring lock and
it closed tight when she pulled it down. Her husband and all the
guests hunted and hunted, and they never found her. Years and years
after, when they opened the chest, there were only some bones and the
wedding dress and veil."
"And you call that a lovely story!" Bobby's scorn was immeasurable.
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