“Suppose there isn’t,” Jannet returned. “If there is, Nell, we’ll take some of those sheets in the chest, knot them together, tie one end to the little bed, and let ourselves down through the window. I guess we could squeeze through, couldn’t we?”
Plump Nell looked dubiously at the window, but decided that she could. Then she suggested that they try it now, but Jannet thought that it would be a needless risk, and that it would be hard to get started safely over a projecting part of a roof.
So far as they knew, no one else came within call. It began to grow dark. At one low growl of distant thunder Nell remarked that they were “in for it,” a thunderstorm “in the attic.” Jannet said, “Oh, no Nell, only outside,” but Nell smiled only faintly at this.
Jannet, however, decided that it was time for some action before it grew too dark. Hopping up, she drew the cover from the small bed and rapidly removed its bundles to the tops of various trunks. “What are you doing, Jannet?” Nell asked.
“I’m going to fix a place for you to lie down if we can’t raise anybody for a while.”
The bundles off, Jannet brushed and wiped with a newspaper, about the woodwork and the mattress which was covered tightly with muslin. Opening the big chest, she spread a sheet widely first, then laid on top a folded comforter. “There isn’t the sign of a spring, Nell, but you can pretend that we’re camping.”
Nell jumped up to help. Jannet spread on more sheets and a light comforter, though Nell protested that it would be too hot. The attic so far had not been too uncomfortably warm, for Jannet had found another opening at the other end, a round, glass window, which had given a circulation of air. But it was clouding up. In a storm they might have to close both openings. Truly this was “the limit,” they both concluded. In a storm, who would hear them? Paulina would come home late and go to bed. The “folks” expected to be out late anyway, and if the storm was too bad, who knew when they would get home?
“Well, we’ll be missed at breakfast anyway,” said Nell. Jannet said nothing. They might be supposed to be over-sleeping. However, she’d get somebody awake in the morning!
It grew darker. Jannet fixed a comforter in the rickety chair for herself and drew it near the bed, for which she had even found a pillow in the chest. With the chair tipped back and her feet on a box, she would be ready to “enjoy the evening,” she informed Nell. Neither said a word about a ghost, but Nell sat close to Jannet on the little bed and watched the shadows grow darker and darker till they swallowed up the dim light in the attic. “Don’t lose your flashlight, Nell,” warned Jannet.
“Never!”