They could see little Ilda, huddled in the bedclothes, staring at her door from which the key had fallen.

Another key was being inserted--turned--but the bolt held.
"Come and open it, young lady!" said a careful voice outside.
"Go away! Go away!" begged the girl, low and breathlessly.

"Oh how _can_ you! Go away quick!" "Indeed, I won't!" said the voice.

"You come and open it." "Go away," she cried, in a soft but frantic voice.

"I--I'll scream!" "Scream away!" he answered.