"Knock
harder this time."
Betty obeyed, but with no better success than the first time.
Everything was as silent as before.
"Isn't there a bell, I wonder?" suggested Amy, wishing ardently that
they were back on the road once more. "Perhaps your knock isn't loud
enough for him to hear."
"We might tap on the window," suggested Grace. "If I use my ring on
the window pane he surely ought to hear that."
She started to suit her action to the words when an exclamation from
Betty made her pause. The latter had tried the door and found to her
surprise that it gave to her touch.
"The door is unlocked," she said. "I don't believe the professor is in
here at all and if he has gone into the woods to hunt his butterflies
and beetles I am sure he wouldn't mind our going inside. What do you
think?"
She was about to push the door open, but Grace detained her with a
nervous hand on her arm.
"Oh, I don't think we had better go in, Betty!" she cried. "You know
what we were speaking of in the car. Suppose we should find that he
has-- that he has----"
"That he has what?" asked Amy, her eyes wide.
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