"I would rather not speak about Sunday, if you don't mind," she said.
"I am so sorry, James," she said, taking the initiative at once, "that you were so frightened this morning by Miss Irene. She is a friend of mine, and I have made up my mind to come and stay here for the present. Will you please tell the other servants, and remember yourself, that I shall do my utmost to prevent the sort of things occurring which have made you all so uncomfortable? I think you will soon see that Miss Irene has as kind a heart as any other girl."
"I beg Frosty's pardon! But she is in bed. She says they are running up and down inside her."
CHAPTER XI. BOOBY-TRAPS.