She shut the door. Noreen wisely waited for a good five minutes before saying anything else. Then she got out of bed and came across to Joey, carrying her quilt.
"Stick this on top of yours. Goodness, you are cold. Like my rug too? It's just folded at the end of my bed; I can get it in a sec."
"Thanks awfully," jerked poor Joey, wondering if she ever would be warm again. Though she didn't want to take anything from these horrid unfriendly Redlands girls, she couldn't resist the quilt and the rug, and Noreen's voice was kind just then.
"Where have you been?" Noreen whispered, as she tucked the plaid down over the two quilts.
"Roof," said Joey.
"You haven't? Up the ladder and on to the leads. You slept there? I say, there would have been a row if Ingrid found out!"
"Well, I suppose so," Joey acknowledged. Her teeth were chattering rather less; it was more possible to speak.
"She'd be sure to say we drove you to it," Noreen said. "She knew about our ragging you...."
"I didn't tell her—at least when I asked about her boots I spoke about the Lab, and she wanted to know who told me to tidy it," Joey explained.