think you’d have guessed. If we have to frighten anybody away Whatsit thought we ought to do it appropriately. That’s why it’s so much fun to stay in a haunted house. But we really didn’t mean you to know about the sheets.
Auf frischer Tat ertappt
. German.
In flagrante delicto
. Latin.
Caught in the act
. English. As I was saying—”
But Charles Wallace held up his hand in a peremptory gesture. “Mrs Who, do you know this boy?”
Calvin bowed. “Good afternoon, Ma’am. I didn’t quite catch your name.”
“Mrs Who will do,” the woman said. “He wasn’t my idea, Charlsie, but I think he’s a good one.”
“Where’s Mrs Whatsit?” Charles asked.
“She’s busy. It’s getting near time, Charlsie,getting near time.
Ab honesto virum bonum nihil deterret
. Seneca.
Nothing deters a good man from doing what is honorable
. And he’s a very good man, Charlsie, darling, but right now he needs our help.”
“Who?” Meg demanded.
“And little Megsie! Lovely to meet you, sweetheart. Your father, of course. Now go home, loves. The time is not yet ripe. Don’t worry, we won’t go without you. Get plenty offood and rest. Feed Calvin up. Now, off with you!
Justitiae soror fides
. Latin again, of course.
Faith is the sister
of justice
. Trust in us! Now, shoo!” And she fluttered up from her chair and pushed them out the door with surprising power.
“Charles,” Meg said. “I don’t understand.”
Charles took her by the hand and dragged her away from the house. Fortinbras ran on ahead, and Calvin was closebehind them. “No,” he said, “I don’t either, yet. Not quite. I’ll tell you what I know as soon as I can. But you saw Fort, didn’t you? Not a growl. Not a quiver. Just as though there weren’t anything strange about it. So you know it’s okay. Look, do me a favor, both of you. Let’s not talk about it till we’ve had something to eat. I need fuel so I can sort things out and assimilate them properly.”
“Lead on, moron,” Calvin cried gaily. “I’ve never even seen your house, and I have the funniest feeling that for the first time in my life I’m going home!”
THREE
Mrs Which
In the forest evening was already beginning to fall, and they walked in silence. Charles and Fortinbras gamboled on ahead. Calvin walked with Meg, his fingers barely touching her arm in a protective gesture.
This has been the most impossible, the most confusing afternoon of my life, she thought, yet I don’t feel confused or upset anymore; I only feel happy. Why?
“Maybe we weren’tmeant to meet before this,” Calvin said. “I mean, I knew who you were in school and everything, but I didn’t know you. But I’m glad we’ve met now, Meg. We’re going to be friends, you know.”
“I’m glad, too,” Meg whispered, and they were silent again.
When they got back to the house Mrs. Murry was still in the lab. She was watching a pale blue fluid move slowly through a tube from a beaker toa retort. Over a Bunsen burner bubbled a big, earthenware dish of stew. “Don’t tell Sandy and Dennys I’m cooking out here,” she said. “They’re always suspicious that a few chemicals may get in with the meat, but I had an experiment I wanted to stay with.”
“This is Calvin O’Keefe, Mother,” Meg said. “Is there enough for him, too? It smells super.”
“Hello, Calvin.” Mrs. Murry shook hands withhim.“Nice to meet you. We aren’t having anything but stew tonight, but it’s a good thick one.”
“Sounds wonderful to me,” Calvin said. “May I use your phone so my mother’ll know where I am?”
“Of course. Show him where it is, will you, please, Meg? I won’t ask you to use the one out here, if you don’t mind. I’d like to finish up this experiment.”
Meg led the way into the house. Charles Wallaceand Fortinbras had gone off. Outdoors she could hear Sandy and Dennys hammering at the fort they were building up in one of the maples. “This way.” Meg went through the