ducated in this sort of thing," and as she glanced
at her watch on the dresser the other girls could not help admiring her
prudent courage.

"What time is it?" asked Nettie.

"The mystic hour--when we are supposed to be farthest from earth,"
replied Cora. "Just two."

"There is no use in trying to sleep any more," said Bess. "We might
better get up and dress."

"And look like valentines in the morning! No, indeed, I am going to
bed," and Cora deliberately dropped herself down beside Belle.

"Oh, Nettie will keep guard," said Bess, apparently disappointed that
Cora should give up her part of the "guarding."

"Strange, the neighbors did not hear the shots," the maid said. "But
it is just as well. We might have had to entertain people more
troublesome than burglars. I'm going down stairs. I must look about
the spoons. Mrs. Robinson will be so angry----"

"You will do nothing of the sort, Nettie!" commanded Belle, sitting
bolt upright. "I tell you we must all stick together until morning. I
won't consent to any one leaving the room!"

Even Bess laughed, the order was so peremptory. Nettie fussed around
rather displeased. Finally she asked if the young ladies wanted
anything, and learning that they did not made her way upstairs.

"If you are to stay in this room, Bess," said Cora, "please get some
place. I want to put out the light."

"Oh, we must leave the light burning," insisted Belle.

"Must we? Very well," and Cora drew a light coverlet over her eyes.
"Good night, or good morning, girls. Let me sleep while I may. Who
knows but the officers will be after me in the morning!"

Bess dropped down upon the couch in the corner. Both twins had
unlimited confidence in Cora, and as the time wore on they both felt,
as she did, that there was no longer need for alarm.

"She's actually asleep," said Belle quietly.

"Good girl," replied Bess. "Wish I was. I hate to be awake."

"But some one has to watch," said the sister.

"What for?"

"He might come back."

"With a ball in his leg, or somewhere? Not much danger. Cora was
plucky, and we were lucky. There! a rhyme at this hour! Positively
dissipation!"

"I am glad mother was not at home," whispered Belle. "Of course, that
was the man who has been sneaking around."

"Likely."

"Did Cora say so?"

"No, not just so, but she said she saw him."

"Do you suppose they will say anything about her shooting him?" (This
in a hissed whisper.)