"Eve!" A hand on Eve's shoulder.
Eve sat up in bed with a start; Cicely stood beside her, candle in hand.
"Help me to dress Jack," she said.
Eve was out of bed in an instant. She lighted her own candle.
Cicely lifted the sleeping child from his crib, and began hastily to
dress him. Eve brought all the little garments quickly. "Are you going
to take him out of the house?" she asked. (They spoke in whispers.)
"Yes."
Eve threw on her own clothes.
After a moment, during which the hands of both women moved rapidly, Eve
said, "Where is he?"
"Outside--out of the house for the moment. But he will come back; and
then, if he comes down this hall, we must escape."
"Where? We must have the same ideas, you know," said Eve, buttoning her
dress, and taking her hat and shawl from the wardrobe.
"I thought we could go through the ballroom, and out by the north wing."
"And once outside?"
"We must hide."
"But where?"
"In the thicket."
"It isn't a very large space. Supposing Jack should cry?"