“I suppose so. Oh, I do hope it turns out all right!”
“So do I.”
Arden, who happened to answer the telephone to take the message from Harry, reported to the other girls, and Sim said:
“I think we ought to go over to the Hall and see whether Harry’s idea of a warm and cozy room can be carried out in this cold spell.”
“Not a bad idea,” agreed Arden.
“Oh, I wish I could go!” sighed Terry, looking at her bandaged foot.
“Don’t chance it!” warned Dorothy. “You’ll want to be at the party. I’ll stay here with you, Terry, if Arden and Sim want to prance down to the Hall and look it over.”
“Let’s, Sim!” Arden exclaimed. “Only we won’t prance. We’ll go in the car.”
To this Sim agreed and, the housekeeping plans for the day having been disposed of, she and Arden started out in the sturdy little roadster. It had stopped snowing, and the sun was shining brightly with a dazzling luster on the white ground. It was snappy and cold, so the girls wore furs and arctics, for they wanted to walk around near the Hall. That opportunity always fascinated them.
Reaching the Hall, they tramped up the steps. Sim and Arden pushed open the heavy front door and stood with their heads just within the hall, listening before venturing in all the way.