Nancy closed the front door softly behind her that it might not disturb Miss Sabrina's hour of rest. Then she tiptoed up the long stairway. It took but a moment's calculating to decide which door led to the room where the blind had opened. She stopped before it and tapped gently with one knuckle.
"Come in," a voice answered.
Opening the door, Nancy walked into a room the counterpart of her own, except that a couch was drawn before the blinded windows. And against it half-lay a frail little woman with snow-white hair and tired eyes, shadowing a face that still held a trace of youth.
As Nancy hesitated on the threshold a voice singularly sweet called to her:
"Come in, my dear! I am your Aunt Milly."
CHAPTER IV
AUNT MILLY
"So this is Anne Leavitt!"
But Aunt Milly did not say it at all like Aunt Sabrina, or even crisply, like B'lindy's "so you're the niece," but with a warm, little trill in her voice that made Nancy feel as though she was very, very glad to have her there!