“Well,” Gale laughed, “if you are looking for an argument with me you are going to be disappointed. I refuse to quarrel. I——”
“Gale!” Phyllis whispered frantically. “The window! There is a ladder being propped against it!”
Gale ran to the window and threw it open. “Someone is climbing up,” she said smiling.
“Who?”
“I think you know,” Gale laughed.
A dark head followed by broad shoulders hove above the window sill. A laughing voice spoke out of the November dusk.
“Hi, Phyl.”
“David!” Phyllis cried. “David!”
“In person,” he assured her.
“But how——”