Esther nearly shrieked aloud, but Betty put a hand over her mouth in
time.
"Who--who, who-o-o are you?" stammered Betty, her heart beating so fast
it was painful.
"Betty!" Bob stifled a gasp. "For the love of Mike! what are you doing at
this time of night?"
"Esther's here--we're hunting for Libbie," whispered Betty. "She isn't in
her room."
"So that's it!" For some reason unknown to the girls Bob seemed to be
vastly relieved. "I was just going after Mr. Littell," he added.
"But Libbie is lost! Maybe she is sick," urged Betty.
"She's all right," declared Bob confidently. "You see, I couldn't go to
sleep, and after I'd been in bed about an hour I got up and sat by the
window. I was staring down into the garden, and all of a sudden I saw
something white begin to move and creep about. I watched it a few moments
and I got the idea it was a burglar or a sneak thief, it kept so close to
the house. I came down to call Mr. Littell and bumped into you."
"Do you suppose it is Libbie?" chattered Esther. "Why would she go into
the garden in the middle of the night?"
"Walking in her sleep," explained Bob. "I've heard it is dangerous to
waken a sleep-walker suddenly.
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