If Katherine was surprised at her simplified costume, she made no comment, but held her arm chummily all the way over, and Peggy felt that victory was in sight.
“Look, they’ve painted their porch,” she said in assumed surprise, when they came in sight of the fateful ladder.
“So they have,” cried Katherine, “and we can’t get up that way.”
And then she began to titter.
“What’s the matter?” demanded Peggy quickly.
“Somebody—somebody—did go up anyway,” Katherine laughed delightedly. “There are footprints all over it! Oh, mustn’t the Macefield House girls be furious?”
Peggy was silent.
“Don’t you think that’s funny?” her room-mate insisted, still laughing.
“Perfectly simple,” returned Peggy. “Some people haven’t a bit of sense. I imagine it was some—some delivery boy, don’t you?”
“More likely a freshman. Delivery boy with those little feet? How ridiculous—as if he’d wear high heels!”