“But I promised, and I mean to stick to it. You don’t mind?”
Ethel watched her go out of the door, and buried her head again in her pillow. The night was rather chilly, and she was glad she did not have to creep around cold corridors.
Suddenly she sat up in bed. Why was Ruth doing this? She wasn’t usually so solicitous about Marjorie; she certainly was willing to slight her at the reception the previous week! Ethel forgot all about the chilliness of the night, and her own sleepiness. She put on her shoes and stockings, and reached for her middy and skirt. Then, seizing a sweater, she rushed up to Frances Wright’s door on the third floor.
She opened her friend’s door cautiously. “Wake up, Frances!” she said. “It’s Ethel—I think the freshmen have something up. Ruth’s gone!”
Frances jumped out of bed. “Where?” she asked excitedly.
“I don’t know—you better blow your whistle!”
“I daren’t at night; it’s against the rules.”
Ethel gasped. “Well, then hurry,” she said.
“I’ll go look in the class and assembly rooms, and you wake up the other squads to search the dormitories.”
By this time Frances was already dressed, and the girls started out together.