"Well, I've thought of a real plan," whispered Laura mysteriously.
"You have?" cried Vi, sitting up in her turn. "What is it?"
But in the darkness Laura shook her head.
"Not now," she said. "I'll tell you in the morning."
CHAPTER XXIII
A PRISONER OF WAR
It was a bad night for all the girls, but for Billie Bradley it was a nightmare. Miss Cora Dill had thrust her into a little room just big enough to contain a couch, a table, and one or two chairs.
When Billie had asked for a light the door had been slammed in her face and she had heard the key turn in the lock.
So she was a prisoner—and in disgrace. All her dreams had come to that. Miss Cora had said she would be expelled from Three Towers Hall when Miss Walters heard what she had done.