Hughie seated himself on the edge of the bed and looked at her.
"Are you awake, Pam, now?" he inquired.
"Yes, I am--now----"
"Well, look here----"
"Look here what? Why did you come?" Pam was still confused.
"A person threw a thing into my window. It went whack on the floor--not a bump--just a teeny whack. Then I got up and found it. See----" Hughie stretched out his hand.
Pamela gathered her wits together and sat up. Then she bent forward to look, and took the something from his hand. She turned it over with caution, surprised, and still befogged.
"What on earth!" she murmured, and stopped.
"I'll light your candle," said Hughie.
Pamela glanced up.