I’m reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn yet again when I hear a noise up on the third floor, where the servants live. Maggy Doyle has a way of being everywhere at once, like a dust storm. Still, I thought she was downstairs.
“Maggy!” I yell.
Not a sound from up above.
Could Papa be back? I would have heard him in the barn. Must be Jing. I jump off the bed and head for the stairs.
Maggy appears in the hall. “Miss Lizzie?”
“Is Jing home?”