“We’ll settle it,” said Billie. “I’ll knock on this one and you knock on that one.”
“They are the small single rooms that Belle and Fannie and Roly Poly have,” whispered Mary, as she tapped on a door.
There was no answer and she went in. It was Belle’s room and she was sleeping deeply. Mary smiled as she noticed that Belle now wore a night cap over the rubber curlers. Her cheek was pillowed on her hand and her breath came softly and regularly.
No answer came to Billie’s tap, either, and when she turned the knob she found that the door was locked. She tapped again and rattled the knob.
“Who is there?” came a sleepy voice.
“Open the door,” called Billie.
“Tell me who you are first.”
“Billie Campbell.”
Presently the door was thrown open and Fannie, with her dark hair standing out all over her head in a dishevelled mass, peered into the hall.
“What is the matter?” she asked. “The house is not on fire?”