“Hark!” from Sim.
Footsteps in the corridor outside.
A knock on the door.
A little scream from Terry, a quickly hushed scream, however.
The door was opened suddenly. It was Toots Everett and her two familiars.
“Where are the apples, freshies?” Toots demanded.
“We haven’t got them,” Terry stated simply. “We—ah—we—dropped them.”
“Oh, you did! And you look at us and calmly tell us you haven’t the apples we sent you to get! Well, you’d better get them tonight. It would be just too bad if the dean had to campus you in your first week here.” Toots paused ominously and resumed. “For going over to the post office without permission.” It was a theatrical finish.
“Get those apples for us tonight!” commanded Jessica. “Slip out the back door about eight o’clock and you’ll manage it all right. None of the teachers will notice you then. Of course, you’ll have sense enough to take flashlights.”
“We haven’t any yet,” said Sim lamely. “We haven’t been to town, you know.” She and her two chums were wondering how the sophomore knew about the post office visit. Had the chaplain told them?