“Not a bit.”
“I wish you would go with me, Cathalina, and I want to get Evelyn to support my evidence about last night. I think it is our business as seniors to stop this affair of coming and going at night.”
“Louise will be furious.”
“Louise isn’t any too safe herself.”
“I shall be glad to go, Hilary. I have felt like speaking to Miss Randolph about several things before this.”
But it was easier to make a decision than to carry it out, where other persons were concerned. Scarcely had Cathalina finished speaking, when there came a quick rap at the door, and, upon invitation, Louise herself came in. Looking from one to another, she saw knowledge written on the faces of all and hastened to make her appeal. “Say, Hilary,” she began, “you are not going to tell Miss Randolph, are you, about my playing the ghost? Please don’t!”
“I made up my mind to do that very thing,” said Hilary, her face flushing with the effort of doing a disagreeable thing. “I didn’t think that you should be allowed to go on with this sort of thing.”
Louise burst into sudden tears. “I can’t see anything so dreadful about fooling the girls!” she said, as soon as she could control herself.
“No, Louise, but I can’t feel that that is all there is to it. Now haven’t you been out to meet your brother again? I’d like to know what he is doing, too. It certainly looks queer to us girls that you find it necessary to meet your own brother in this way, when he can come to see you at any proper time. Have you a key to one of the doors?”
“It isn’t your business what I am doing!”