“Dear me, Bobby,” complained Nellie. “I believe you’d joke if you were going to be hanged!”
“Do you think so?” asked Bobby, seriously. “Much obliged. That’s a good reputation to have, whether I deserve it or not.”
“Good for you, Bobs!” laughed Jess. “You keep still, old croaker!” she added, shaking Nellie Agnew. “Let’s look on the cheerful side of it. Every cloud has a silver lining.”
“If you can see any silver lining to this cloud, I’d like you to show it to me, Miss!” exclaimed Nellie, with some warmth.
Eve was going from window to window, thrusting her head and shoulders out of each, and examining the sides of the tower carefully. Laura asked what she was doing.
“Why, dear, on this side is the roof of the school building,” said Eve, thoughtfully. “It isn’t so far below us.”
“It’s much too far for us to jump,” returned Mother Wit.
“True,” said Eve, smiling. “But see here.”
“I can’t climb out of the same window you are at,” complained Laura.
“Go to the next one, then, and I’ll point it out to you.”