I did not dare ask her to let me go to Maud's, for I knew she would not consent, and if she positively forbade me, I think I should not have ventured to disobey, but if I did not ask her and she did not forbid, that--I thought--would not be so very bad. Fortifying myself by these thoughts, I decided to accept Maud's invitation secretly. I made up my mind not to go to Uncle Will's at all, for I did not want them to know where I was going. I knew my father or mother would lock the house and leave the key at Uncle Will's, and I wanted to get my best clothes to go to Maud's party. After some thought, and at Maud's suggestion, I planned to hide myself in the house till all had left it, then get the things I wanted, and slip out of a window that was not fastened. I knew my mother would go all over the house before she left it, and the only place I could think of to hide was in the cellar. So with these naughty thoughts in my head, I took occasion, a short time before they were to start, to slip into the cellar and hide behind some barrels. I must say that I had always a foolish fear of the cellar, and nothing but my great desire to go to Maud's would have induced me to spend even a few minutes in it. I heard my father drive up to the door and my mother walking about seeing that everything was shut and locked, but I did not hear that as she passed the cellar door she slipped the bolt into place. When they were out of the house, and I heard them drive away, I came out of my hiding place, exulting in the thought that now I was free to do as I liked. I would hurry up to my room, put my best dress and ribbons and things into a traveling bag, and hurry down to Maud's. I felt my way to the stairs, for it was late afternoon and the cellar--never very light in the brightest noon--was at that hour quite dark, and I went up those stairs the happiest, lightest-hearted girl in the world. Alas! it was my last happy moment for months. I fumbled about for the latch, lifted it, and pushed the door. It did not open--and the truth flashed upon me. It was locked! I was a prisoner! The full horror of my position burst upon me. No one knew I was there. No one would seek me. No one could hear me, for the house was at some distance from others. I was a prisoner in a dark cellar--it was almost night--my parents would be gone three days! I went into a frenzy, I shrieked and called, I pounded the door till my hands were bleeding, though all the time I knew no one could hear me. I can scarcely remember what I did. I was, I believe, actually insane for a while. Night came on; I heard--or I thought I heard--rats, and I remembered some of the terrible things I had read of these animals. I shouted again, and again beat the door. I cannot tell the horror and agony of those hours. I felt myself going mad.