The girls stared for a minute—then seized eagerly on the plan.
"But how can we get word to her if we haven't her address?" Connie Danvers asked. But Rose answered her impatiently.
"I've thought of that," she said, then went on to explain while the girls listened eagerly how she had taken some letters to the mail box for Miss Race, and, happening to glance down, had seen that the top one was addressed to Miss Walters.
Luckily she remembered the address, and now when one of the girls handed her a slip of paper she wrote it down feverishly.
"But how are we going to get word to her?" asked one of the girls, and they looked at each other helplessly. "'The Pickles' won't let anybody outside the Hall, and they'll look over all the mail."
They were still trying to think of a plan when a step in the hall—a step that sounded very much like Miss Ada Dill's firm tread—sent them scattering.
A little later silence settled like a cloud over the dormitories, but few of the girls slept. They were thinking—thinking——
By and by Laura leaned across and whispered to Vi.
"Asleep?" she asked.
"No, I can't sleep," said Vi miserably. "I keep thinking of Billie and where they've put her and—and—everything."