Calista sprang to the window and put her head out. "Oh, Chloe, is it you? I thought every one had left me." "Didn't I tell you so?" said Chloe, addressing nobody in particular. "I didn't believe you went away in that carriage. Have you got a string you can let down?" Calista found a roll of tape in her work-box, and let it down. Chloe fastened a basket to it. "There's some dinner for you," said she. "I mistrusted all the time you were here, and so Chloe put you up a nice basket. Now listen to me. You will have to stay where you are till dusk. Nothing will hurt you, and do you pack up all your trunks, and put all your best things in one. Keep up a good heart, honey, and if you hear strange noises and scratching round about dusk, don't you be scared. Cash has got a plan for you in his head. There, good-bye; eat your dinner, keep a good heart, and we'll show Miss Priscy that there is more than one way to the woods, and out of them too." Calista felt the wisdom of this advice. She made a hearty dinner, and then began to pack up her trunks, putting together in one all her most valuable articles and those she was most likely to need, as Chloe had advised. She had in her possession the new travelling bag she had bought for Miss Druett, and in that she bestowed her dressing things and other small matters. This being finished, she took a book and read for a long time. It was growing dusk, when, as Chloe had foreboded, she began to hear a distant stir and rustling, and low, cautious voices. She listened intently: something was certainly stirring in the large disused closet, wherein were stowed the old clothes that her aunt had destined for carpet-rags. She opened the door, and as she did so, another door, which she had never suspected, opened in the wooden partition opposite, and the dark, friendly faces of Cassius and Chloe appeared in the opening. "Here she is, all safe and sound," said Cassius. "Now we must hurry, for I mistrust the old lady may get back to-night, after all. Which trunk do you need most, Missy? For we can't take but one." Calista indicated the one she wished to take. "All right," said Chloe. "Now, help me, Cash, and we'll put the others where Miss Priscy won't find them in a month of Sundays." Calista waited with what patience she could till the trunks were bestowed somewhere in the dark void on which the closet opened. "That's all right; now for this one. Come along, Missy, and mind your steps. The garret is pretty dark. Shut your eyes a minute, and you'll see better." Calista followed, wondering more and more. Chloe shut both closet-doors behind them. They passed through the garret and down a short stairway which seemed to wind round the chimney, then through another closet similar to the one up stairs, and Calista found herself in a large bed-room on the second floor, which she recognized as her father's old room.