Jennie yawned, rolled over, and yawned again.
“Rat, tat, tat!”
“Oh, yes’m!” cried Jennie, bouncing up.
“Nancy Nelson! Nancy Nelson’s wanted!” exclaimed the sleepy voice of Madame Schakael’s maid, who slept downstairs.
“Oh, dear, me! What’s happened?” demanded Nancy, unable to carry out the farce now. This was not what the girls had expected.
“Wanted down in the office, Miss. Telegram. The Madame wants to see you right away.”
The maid went away.
“What do you suppose has happened?” demanded Nancy of her chum.
“It isn’t anything about fudge,” groaned Jennie. “I’m sorry I told you to throw the fudge out of the window. And I’ve spoiled a perfectly good rubber!”
“I must run down. Come with me, Jen!”