NO PLACE LIKE HOME No one came to the room.

After a while the front door opened and shut, and she saw, from the window, that her aunt and Joy were going out.

She then remembered that she had heard them say they had some calls to make at that hour.

Her uncle was at the store, and no one was now in the house besides herself, but the servants.
"All right," she said, half aloud; "I couldn't have fixed it better." For half an hour she stayed in her room with the door locked, and any one listening outside could have heard her moving briskly about, opening drawers and shutting closet doors.

Then she came down stairs and went out.
She was gone just about long enough to have been to the nearest hack-stand and back again.