“In case you don’t know,” she continued, “down is what you stuff pillows with.”
“You don’t have to explain,” Janet said distastefully. “After that terrible pun I think I had better take you back to the dormitory. Come along, infant.”
“See you tomorrow, Phyl,” Valerie said in parting.
“But I don’t want to go to bed yet,” protested Carol.
“Shshsh,” Gale warned. She listened at the door. “Someone is coming.”
“Where’ll we hide?” whispered Janet frantically.
Carol dived under the bed. Janet did likewise while Valerie and Madge ran to the closet. Gale put the light out and hopped into her bed. Innocent silence settled down over the room. Footsteps halted at the door. Cautiously the doorknob turned, but the door did not open. Instead, something white was shoved under the door. When the footsteps had retreated along the corridor again the girls cautiously came out of hiding.
“Now go ahead and sneeze!” Janet stormed at Carol. “If we had been discovered it would have been your fault. You always have to sneeze at the strangest times!”
“I can’t help it,” Carol giggled. “You tickled me.”
“We had better get out before we are discovered,” Madge whispered fearfully.