“Heavens, Betty! We’ll all be afraid to go to sleep tonight,” shuddered Mary. “Hazel, you’ll have to push your bed up close to mine so you can protect me.”
“What did the man look like?” asked Jane.
“I couldn’t see his face, but he was slight, of medium height and wore a grey suit and hat.”
“The blond youth!” whispered Anne to Patricia.
“But what would he be doing prowling around here?” asked Patricia, frowning.
“Search me! Oh, hello, Lu, where have you been all the evening?”
“In the laundry part of the time. I came on here right from a house party, and my clothes are in a fine state.”
Jane, Anne, Hazel, and Patricia glanced significantly at one another.
“Sure you were pressing, Lu?” asked Hazel mischievously.
Before Lucile had a chance to reply, Betty leaned forward and inquired, “Did you see the man, Lu?”