"I 'spec's I can," Estralla answered. "You jes' stay quiet, an' in 'bout
four shakes of a lamb's tail I'se gwine to open de door, an' in yo'
walks."
There was a little scrambling noise among the stout vines which ran up
the pillars of the porch as Estralla started to carry out her plan. A
cat, or a fluttering bird, would have hardly made more commotion. Sylvia
listened eagerly. Suppose the porch window was fastened? she thought
fearfully. It seemed a very long time before the front door opened, and
Estralla reached out and clutched at the brown cape.
Noiselessly they crept up the stairs, Estralla leading the way. It was
she who opened the door of Sylvia's room, and then with a whispered
"Yo'se all right now, Missy," closed it behind her.
Sylvia hung up the brown cape in the closet, and slipped off her dress.
She was soon in bed and fast asleep, and it was late the next morning
before she awoke--so late that her father had breakfasted and gone to
his warehouse; Estralla had been sent on an errand, and Mrs. Fulton
decided that Sylvia should have a holiday.
"You seem tired, dear child," she said a little anxiously, as Sylvia
said that she did not want to go to walk; that she had rather sit still.
"I guess I am tired," acknowledged the little girl, and was quite
content to sit by the window with a story-book, instead of giving
Estralla a lesson.
"If it had not been for Estralla I don't know what would have happened
to me last night," she thought.
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