“Go to bed. Not a word about me.”
“Y—yes,” Madge promised, running toward Betsy and light.
Mimi followed them as soon as she dared. Her speed increased as she neared Tumble Inn. She was almost safe when Mrs. Cole’s door popped open and a light snapped on.
“Who is it?” Miss Cole asked coming toward Mimi.
It was Mimi’s turn to shake with fright and she did.
“Mimi Hammond, Mrs. Cole—I——”
“What are you doing out of your room at this hour?”
“I am sick at the stomach, Mrs. Cole, and I started to go to the kitchen to see if I could find some soda but I got scared.”
Mimi hadn’t known before she could fib so readily. Once she started there was no stopping.
“Don’t you know you shouldn’t prowl around the building at night? Why didn’t you call me?”