"Well, I think it's gruesome. And what kind of housecleaning did they
have in those days? My mother opens every chest and trunk and box in
the house at least twice a year."
The game started merrily, and, forewarned by Libbie's story, the
girls knew exactly where to find her when she hid from them and
unerringly pulled her out of every chest into which she hopefully
squeezed her plump self.
"You never should have mentioned 'chest' to us," laughed Betty, when
Libbie was "it" for the third time. "We know your line of reasoning
now, you see."
Libbie good-naturedly began her counting, and Betty looked about for
a good place to hide. The attic was long and wide and a splendid
place to play. It was rather too well lighted for hide-and-seek, but
the trunks and boxes arranged neatly around the walls offered a fair
chance to escape detection. A peculiar fan-shaped box near a window
attracted Betty's attention, apparently being a built-in box.
"I'll hide there," she resolved, running lightly over to it.
Louise and Esther and Bobby were already stowed away in various
corners, and Betty slipped into the box noiselessly. Libbie ceased
counting.
The three Littell girls reached "home" without being detected, and
then perched merrily on an old trunk to watch Libbie prowl about
after Betty.
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