But Belle, whether from actual fright of the storm, or from some
intuitive knowledge of the circumstances, seemed to be assured
that they were all welcome.

A dark-eyed woman greeted them.

"Why, come right in," she insisted. "We haven't much room, but we
are all glad to see you."

"Careful," whispered the mischievous Clip to Cora. "There's a
trap door some place, I'll bet."

"Hush!" commanded Cora under her breath. "You will be suspected
if not overheard."

The woman gathered up some sewing from an old-fashioned sofa.
Cora saw instantly that the piece of furniture was of the most
desirable pattern and quality, an antique mahogany gem of the
colonial style.

"There will be room for most of us on your beautiful couch," said
Cora, taking her place, and indicating that the others might
follow. "What a handsome piece of furniture!"

"Yes," replied the woman with a sigh, "that is one of my family
heirlooms. We are very fond of old furniture."

"Look out!" whispered the irrepressible Clip. "Perhaps the trap
is in the sofa!"