They sat in the dark and told each other “giggly” stories in whispers until it was about half-past ten and the whole school seemed buried in sleep. But there is scarcely anything more uncertain than a boarding school between retiring hour and the first bell in the morning. That is an axiom known to all instructors of experience.
When the two chums ventured out with the red bags pulled down to their shoulders, there were other “red-heads” flitting about the corridors. They slipped in and out of the various doors like red-topped ghosts. It was evidently to be a large party in Mamie Dunn’s room.
“Sh! Who’s on watch?” one unknown asked Beth.
“Oh! I’m sure I don’t know,” returned the new girl, and at once the girl asking the question laughed, and said:
“So you’re the new one, aren’t you? I thought I’d know your voice. And now I’ll know your kimono.”
“That’s Stella—didn’t you hear?” said Molly. “She caught you.”
“Oh! aren’t you supposed to know each other?” asked Beth.
“Just as well if we’re not identified. I’ve got on a new kimono. I’m just going to keep it for these red-head parties. You get one, and then we’ll fool ’em.”
The question was repeated several times before the chums reached Sixty-two:
“Who’s on watch?”