“But for goodness sake,” cautioned Phyllis, “be careful about it. Dean Travis might not like our bothering with her affairs. After all, it isn’t our business, you know.”
“We’ll make it our business,” Gale proposed.
“And it might mean adventures for us,” added Valerie.
“We have been falling rather low on adventures,” commented Janet. “Things have been too quiet. We must stir something up.”
“We will do that, never fear,” prophesied Carol.
“And now we have to go back to the sorority house,” Phyllis said, consulting Janet’s desk clock. “Lights-out bell rang twenty minutes ago.”
“Perhaps we can use the front door instead of the window this time,” suggested Phyllis.
Gale and her friend cautiously descended to the campus and there took a deep breath of relief. They had gotten out of the dormitory house without detection, but now to get back into their own room!
They sped across the campus, keeping in the shadows. Almost at the very door of the sorority house they were forced to halt. Crouching in the shadows of the shrubbery they waited while two figures strolled toward them. Two women stopped directly in front of them. One was speaking and they recognized the voice of the Dean.
“But don’t you see—that candy was meant for me. If Miss Horton became ill eating it——”