"It might be too late. Miss Pringle's sure to be suspicious if Phyllis rings the bell and then has nothing to say, and she may take Don away." She spoke as though the mitten had already been identified.
"I'll tell you," said Phyllis. "Chuck, you watch at the corner, and when you see the caretaker go you come back and go over the roof. I'll ring the bell then and I'll talk my head off to Miss Pringle. If the mitten is Don's, you climb up to the window. We've a ladder in the cellar."
"And I can take it across the yard and help you haul it up," Janet announced. "It's not a bit heavy."
"Go on," Chuck said again.
"You go into the room and get Don and—" Phyllis paused; the window seemed at a dizzy height now that she thought of it as a descent for Don.
"I'll take him downstairs and straight out the front door," Chuck exclaimed. "I'd like to see a dozen Miss Pringles stop me."
Phyllis looked at him and decided that it would indeed take more than the weak flutterings of the old costume-maker to stop him.
He hurried down the stairs, and they heard the door slam behind him.