“So far so good,” Phyllis said, putting her arm about Gale and leaning with her on the window sill.
“What? The song?”
“No, I mean us. We’ve been here three weeks now and like it more every day. At least I do,” she added.
“Let’s go and see Janet and Carol,” proposed Gale mischievously.
“It is study hour,” Phyllis returned. “Freshmen are supposed to slave away over their books. We are to remain indoors.” She continued with twinkling eyes, “How shall we get out? By the back door?”
Gale switched out the light. On tiptoe the girls went to the rear stairs. With the silence of shadows they descended to the ground. Once outside they stood for several minutes in the shadows of the building, waiting for the Seniors to disappear from view. Finally they were safely away from the sorority house. Quickly they ran to the dormitory building where Janet and Carol were housed. Once there, another problem presented itself.
“How’ll we get in?” Phyllis wanted to know.
There were two Juniors sitting on the steps in front of the building so that was closed to them. Gale pointed suggestively to a trellis from which only lately the dried vines had been cut to leave room for new growth in the spring.
“Acrobats, eh?” Phyllis giggled. “Well, why not? We used to climb ropes in gym at High School. I guess we can climb that to the second floor. It is a good thing they don’t live on the fourth,” she added in a stage whisper as she rested halfway to their goal.
Carol and Janet were bent over their books. Out of the corner of her eye Carol saw a head slowly appearing at the open window.