“With the wind blowing the way it is, the papers would fly up, instead of down,” scoffed her chum.
“We’ll weight ’em,” said Laura.
“It would be like throwing over a bottle into the sea, telling how we are cast away on a desert island,” said Bobby. “And this is worse than any desert island I ever heard about. Say, girls! how do you suppose our boots will taste?”
“What nonsense!” said Nellie, wiping her eyes. “We sha’n’t be hungry enough to begin on our shoes for a long time yet. But how scared our folks will be when we don’t come home to supper.”
“And the sun’s going down,” mourned Jess.
“Why, girls,” said Laura, thoughtfully, “it will be after dark before our folks begin to miss us much. And then they won’t see us up here, that’s sure!”
“I’m going to climb out of one of these windows and wave something,” cried her chum. “Surely somebody will see me.”
“And think you’re just playing up here,” commented Nellie, who was fast losing all hope.
“My goodness!” exclaimed Jess. “They must think, then, that I have selected a crazy place to play in,” and she removed her jacket and began to crawl out through one of the windows of the tower.
“Be careful, dear!” warned Laura.