It's dull work staying here alone." Another fifteen minutes passed, and still no Ida appeared.
"This is rather singular," thought Jack.

"She can't have told Ida I am here, or I am sure she would rush up at once to see her brother Jack." At length, tired of waiting, Jack walked to the door and attempted to open it.
There was a greater resistance than he anticipated.
"Good heavens!" thought Jack, in consternation, as the real state of the case flashed upon him, "is it possible that I am locked in ?" He employed all his strength, but the door still resisted.

He could no longer doubt that it was locked.
He rushed to the windows.

They were two in number, and looked out upon a yard in the rear of the house.

There was no hope of drawing the attention of passersby to his situation.
Confounded by this discovery, Jack sank into his chair in no very enviable state of mind.
"Well," thought he, "this is a pretty situation for me to be in.