"I'd be scared to death."
"Think of the spooks!"
"Why the whole place must be simply chock-full of ghosts after sunset."
"Couldn't we jump from the wall?"
"I wish I'd never come. Oh, I hate things b.c.! I shall have fits in a minute."
Fortunately for Delia's nerves they were not kept long in durance vile. Lorna very soon discovered the loss of her buddy, drew Miss Morley's attention to the matter, and the whole party hastened back to look for them. The custodian was fetched from his wooden shelter and unlocked the door, loudly disclaiming any responsibility on his part, and blaming the guide.
"It's your own fault," scolded Miss Morley. "You really must keep with the party. I can't have any of you wandering off alone. You can't expect me to count you every time we come out of a building. I put you on your parole not to get separated again."
"We won't indeed, indeed! We don't like being lost," promised the delinquents earnestly.
Everybody, including the Principal, was very tired by this time, and not altogether sorry when the guide finished his tour of the ruins, and conducted them safely back again to the entrance.
"It's glorious, but you want days to see it in, instead of only a few hours," sighed Phyllis.