“Sixty-two.”
“Let’s! That’s Mamie Dunn’s,” cried Beth.
“Aren’t there two Sixty-twos?”
“Oh, the kimono parties have to be wing affairs. Guests can’t slip over from one wing to the other. They have to be localized.”
“Why?” asked the curious Beth.
“Why, there’s always somebody on watch at the top of the main flight of stairs—and there’s no other way to go from wing to wing than by that cross-corridor.”
“On watch all night, do you mean?”
“Sure. For fire protection; likewise if anybody should be taken sick in the night.”
“I suppose,” said Beth, reflectively, “that these after-hours parties are against the rules of the school?”
“I suppose they are,” admitted Molly, with serious mouth but twinkling eyes; “but I never really asked.”