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"
What
was
she
doing
?
"
he
said
to
Jane
in
a
loud
whisper
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
Perhaps
she
'd
forgotten
her
gloves
or
her
shoes
or
--
"
Jane
broke
off
suddenly
.
"
Michael
,
listen
!
"
He
listened
.
From
down
below
--
in
the
garden
,
it
seemed
--
they
could
hear
several
voices
whispering
together
,
very
earnestly
and
excitedly
.
With
a
quick
movement
Jane
got
out
of
bed
and
beckoned
Michael
.
They
crept
on
bare
feet
to
the
window
and
looked
down
.
There
,
outside
in
the
Lane
,
stood
a
tiny
form
and
two
gigantic
figures
.
"
Mrs.
Corry
and
Miss
Fannie
and
Miss
Annie
,
"
said
Jane
in
a
whisper
.
And
so
indeed
it
was
.
It
was
a
curious
group
.
Mrs.
Corry
was
looking
through
the
bars
of
the
gate
of
Number
Seventeen
,
Miss
Fannie
had
two
long
ladders
balanced
on
one
huge
shoulder
,
while
Miss
Annie
appeared
to
be
carrying
in
one
hand
a
large
pail
of
something
that
looked
like
glue
and
in
the
other
an
enormous
paint-brush
.
From
where
they
stood
,
hidden
by
the
curtain
,
Jane
and
Michael
could
distinctly
hear
their
voices
.
"
She
's
late
!
"
Mrs.
Corry
was
saying
crossly
and
anxiously
.
"
Perhaps
,
"
Miss
Fannie
began
timidly
,
settling
the
ladders
more
firmly
on
her
shoulder
,
"
one
of
the
children
is
ill
and
she
could
n't
--
"
