Advice to Librans
"Well, I think it's disgusting, perfectly disgusting, of them to have gone off without us that way, without telling us or anything," Portia said to Lucy, and Lucy agreed.
"Boys think they're the only ones who are entitled to adventure," she said. "I bet we would have been just as brave as they were."
"Braver!" declared Portia, and she stayed mad at Julian for two whole days.
Because of course the story of the boys' escapade had come out almost immediately.
In the first place they had overslept that morning. When they woke up, it was broad daylight; the rain was gone and the sun was out; Uncle Sam was clicking restlessly about the room.
"Jumping cats, it's almost nine o'clock!" Tom yelped. "I'll be late to the store and Mr. Bilmeyer will bawl me out!"
"I'll be late with my newspapers, and everyone will bawl me out!" said Julian. Hastily they bundled their belongings together and made for the back stairs, Uncle Sam following.
The only trouble was that there were no back stairs. They apparently had collapsed or been hacked away by vandals years ago.
"There might be a tree by a window, or something," Tom offered hopefully. "We could get down that way."