A Story of the Bohemian Persecution
When I reached home from afternoon school, I went up to a little upper chamber which Wilma and I had as our own, and there I found my sister — who was at the time a fair young maiden of thirteen — busy with her needle.
“Well, Sister,” said I, “so we are to have another of these good gentlemen tonight.”
“He has come,” she said mysteriously.
“Has he? What is he like?” I asked.
“I have not seen him, for he is closeted with our father in his private chamber.”
“Will he sup openly with us tonight?”
“Yes, I think so. Elspeth will keep a careful watch, and there is the door behind the tapestry, you know, in case of a surprise.”
