"
The coral necklace was a very handsome one which had belonged to
the Story Girl's mother. She had never been permitted to wear it
before, and it had only been by dint of much coaxing that she had
induced Aunt Janet to let her wear it to the concert.
"But there's no sense in going for it in the dead of night," I
objected. "It will be quite safe. You can go for it in the
morning."
"Lizzie Paxton and her daughter are going to clean the school
tomorrow, and I heard Lizzie say tonight she meant to be at it by
five o'clock to get through before the heat of the day. You know
perfectly well what Liz Paxton's reputation is. If she finds that
necklace I'll never see it again. Besides, if I wait till the
morning, Aunt Janet may find out that I left it there and she'd
never let me wear it again. No, I'm going for it now. If you're
afraid," added the Story Girl with delicate scorn, "of course you
needn't come."
Afraid! I'd show her!
"Come on," I said.
We slipped out of the house noiselessly and found ourselves in the
unutterable solemnity and strangeness of a dark night. It was a
new experience, and our hearts thrilled and our nerves tingled to
the charm of it. Never had we been abroad before at such an hour.
The world around us was not the world of daylight.
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