“I must not get caught again,” she told herself.
She looked hastily around the curious roof, noting with surprise that it resembled a flat cement floor with a low, thick stone wall around it.
“How on earth can I fasten a rope to a roof like this?” she asked herself in dismay. “While I’m up here I’ve just got to see the roof over that mysterious window. If it’s like this, what will I do?”
Hurrying to the division wall, she scrambled over it, only to be confronted by another wall. Undaunted, she climbed over it, and then over still another, till she came in sight of a chimney.
“This must be the chimney of the big fireplace in the kitchen,” she told herself.
Climbing up on the broad outer wall of the roof she peered over, trying to find the position of the mysterious window.
“Why don’t they have window casings or something to show where their windows are?” she thought in disgust.
She lay flat on her stomach and leaned farther out over the edge of the building. Although the hot stones burned her, she kept on persistently examining the surface of the wall below till she made out the outlines of the mysterious opening.
“Whew!” she exclaimed aloud. “I know I’m scorched.”
She sprang down quickly, took a pin out of her hair, and tried to scratch a mark with it on the wall directly in line with the window. To her disgust the hairpin proved to be too frail a tool to have any effect upon the old plaster of the wall. Tossing the pin away, she looked about for some other object with which to mark the spot, but on finding nothing she hurried off toward the scaffold.