It was just big enough to contain her, and she lay concealed like one of the forty thieves in the story of _Ali Baba_.

She had one advantage, however, over the famous brigands.

There was a little round hole broken in the front of the jar, and by putting her eye to this she had an excellent view of her surroundings.
"Are you all right ?" asked Irene anxiously.
"Fixed splendidly, thanks.

Stick that flower-pot back on the top and nobody'll ever guess I'm inside.

Now scoot, quick, for it won't do for them to see you haunting round.