CHAPTER III
PLANS AND MORE PLANS
She clasped the knob firmly in her hand and opened the door suddenly. Though she saw nothing, she felt something soft and furry brushing against her legs. She turned white and screamed.
It was Laura who brought her back to her senses. “Oh Bess, be quiet!” she commanded. “You’ll have the whole dormitory in here. You’ll spoil everything. You are not afraid of a cat, are you?”
“A cat!” Bess exclaimed.
“Yes, a cat. What’s more it is as frightened as you are!” Laura said in great disgust. “How did it get into the building anyway?”
“How do I know?” Bess asked shortly, for she was still frightened.
“Now, there, don’t take it so hard,” Amelia comforted her friend, as Bess turned to view her unexpected visitor.
In a far corner of the room, its back arched high in anger was a very black, very angry looking cat.
“What’s the matter, pussy cat?” Rhoda coaxed. “Did Bess nearly scare you out of a year’s growth?”
But the cat was not to be appeased. At the sound of Rhoda’s voice directed toward it, it moved, slowly, around the edge of the room with its back still arched, however, and its heavy tail slowly curling.