"Are they there now? I vote we go and see," suggested Bess Harrison.
The four girls hurried upstairs at once, only to find the door of the studio locked, and the Sixth firm in their refusal to open it.
"I want to get my drawing-board!" wailed Mona through the keyhole.
"Then you ought to have got it before. You'll have to wait now," was the stern reply.
"But I must have it. And my chalk pencils. Let me in just for an instant!"
"I tell you I can't!"
"What are you all doing in there?"
"That's our concern."
"Oh, you are mean!"
"Go away this minute, and leave us in peace. What business have you intruding here?"