“I’ll ask the girls and let you know,” Peggy replied in Spanish, and added, “Call me when Juana brings the limeades.”
Peggy hastened onto the balcony and, resting the plate on the rail, whistled twice. As Jo peeped down from above, she called up gaily, her eyes twinkling, “Just see the plate of sandwiches I’ve brought you. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Well—yes, I could enjoy a sandwich,” Jo Ann replied, trying to cover her disappointment, “but didn’t you get any of the other things I asked for?”
“This is all we could find.” Laughing mischievously, Peggy lifted the napkin.
“Oh, Peg, you big tease!” Jo Ann exclaimed. “I might have known you were up to some mischief. Didn’t you bring the piece of iron or a broomstick?”
“Here it is,” called Florence, slipping the piece of iron out and holding it up.
“That’s the very thing—but why all the secrecy?”
“Well, Felipe was at the door, so I thought we’d better use this camouflage.”
“I see. I’ll let my rope down now; but how in the world are you going to fasten the rock to it, Peggy?”
“I don’t know,” Peggy replied thoughtfully. “Even if I tie the rope around it a couple of times, it’s likely to fall out, and a stone as large as this is heavy enough to kill anyone if it should hit him on the head.” She gave a little sudden start. “I know what to do!”