"
"I--I play tricks NOW?" exclaimed Sam in indignation. "No, indeed!"
"Then perhaps Hal has," said Elizabeth.
"For shame, Bessie!" cried Sam.
"I only know," said Elizabeth, half in self-defence, half in fright,
"that one of you must have been at the baby-house, for I found the
doors open, and shut them up."
"And why should it be one of us?" demanded Sam; while David stopped
crying, and listened.
"Because none of the younger ones can reach to undo the doors," said
Elizabeth. "It was as much as I could do to reach the upper bolt,
though I stood upon a chair."
This was evident; for the baby-house was really an old-fashioned
bureau, and below the glass doors there was a projecting slope of
polished walnut, upon which only a fly could stand, and which was
always locked. No one whose years were less than half a score was
tall enough to get a good hold of the button, even from the highest
chair, far less to jerk down the rather stiff upper bolt.
"It cannot have been a little one, certainly," said Miss Fosbrook;
"but you should not be so ready to accuse your brothers, Bessie.
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