"
"I'm all right," said Betty, smoothing out her skirts. "But I'm
still a bit dazed. It was such a sudden drop. What have I done that I
shouldn't, Bobby?"
Libbie, too, was bewildered, and stared at the disheveled Betty with
puzzled wonder.
"Why, my dear child," explained Bobby, with a funny maternal manner,
"you fell down the laundry shoot. It opens into the attic for good
ventilation. I'm glad there were some soiled clothes at the bottom
for you to land on, otherwise you might have had a bad bump. Sure
you're all right?"
"Yes, indeed," insisted Betty. "I thought I was climbing into a box
and went in feet first without looking. Instead of hitting the floor,
I slid gently on and on. I hadn't any breath to scream with I went so
fast. Anyway, there wasn't time to scream. I just sat here for a time
after I landed. And I was wondering where I was and how I could get
out when you opened the door for me."
That ended the game for the day, and the rest of the afternoon the
girls were content to spend quietly, Betty in writing a long letter
to Mrs. Arnold, one of her mother's old friends who had moved to
California, and the others with books and sewing.
The next morning was fair and sunny, and before breakfast Bobby had
it planned that they should spend the day at Mount Vernon.
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