She ran to the window, evidently startling the peeper quite as much as she had been startled herself. The girl, who was about Nan's own age, fell back from the pane, stumbled in the big, men's boots she wore, and ungracefully sprawled in the snow upon her back. She could not get away before Nan had the window open.
The sash was held up by a notched stick. Nan put her head and shoulders out into the frosty air and stared down at the prostrate girl, who stared up at her in return.
“What do you want?” Nan asked.
“Nothin',” replied the stranger.
“What were you peeping in for?”
“To see you,” was the more frank reply.
“What for?” asked Nan.
“Ain't you the new gal?”
“I've newly come here, yes,” admitted Nan.
“Well!”