“Oh, me, oh, my!” cried Jennie. “I’ve got to go and see to this.”
She dashed out of the room, leaving the other girls in a delightful tremor. She was gone but a moment.
“Oh, girls! Scatter!” she gasped, when she stuck her head in at the door again. “Cora’s out of her room and there’s somebody coming up the lower flight.”
“The Madame herself!” gasped Nancy.
The other girls grabbed handfuls of the good things, and ran. The fudge was not quite done.
“Quick! Out of the window with it!” gasped Jennie, seizing the handle of the pan.
“But she’ll smell it!” wailed Nancy.
“Will she? Not much!” declared Jennie, and grabbing a rubber shoe from the closet held it for thirty seconds over the flame of the alcohol lamp.
Nancy, meanwhile, had been hiding away all the goodies. The candy, pan and all, had gone out of the window. Nothing but the awful stench of the rubber shoe could be smelled when the lights went out, and the girls hopped lightly into bed.
“Rat, tat, tat!” on the door.