“What man?”
“The man who was looking in the laundry window.”
Lucile laughed, a bit loudly for her. “Nobody around the place while I was there,” she replied, with marked carelessness, “only Rhoda.”
“What was she doing?” asked Anne.
“Pressing her uniforms.”
A discussion of the new maid and her predecessor followed, and the subject of the mysterious man was dropped.
CHAPTER V
MOSS
One morning a couple of weeks later, Patricia was wakened suddenly by a marshmallow landing on her nose and scattering its fine, powdered sugar all over her face. Sitting up quickly, she saw through her open door Ruth and Jane in their room across the hall, sitting on their beds, doubled up with laughter.
“You fiends!” she cried softly. “Just you wait!”
“What’s the matter?” inquired Betty sleepily, from the other bed, without even opening her eyes.