"Oh, Rogers, do be an angel, and fetch the steps quick!"
The expression on Rogers's face was not at all angelic.
"You've no business out on the roof, and you know it."
"Yes, that's why we want to come down," returned Kitty, "if you'll only let us. Do fetch those steps, please!"
Grumbling to herself, Rogers brought the step-ladder, and held it steady while the girls descended.
"I shall tell Miss Cartwright," she announced. "Larks like these are beyond a joke."
"Oh, Rogers, don't—don't, please!" implored the sinners. "We'll vow on our honour never to do it again. Honest—honest, we won't!"
"I can't have the steps taken out of my cupboard."
"We won't so much as peep through the chink of the door again, far less touch anything."
"Do, please, promise not to report us. Oh, we're going to be late for call-over! There's the second bell."