"I?" said Antonia, with a careless rise of her brows. "No; I shan't have time. Now, can you tell me if there's a ladder about?"
"No, I can't," answered Nan.
"Are there no ladders to be found in this benighted and over-cultivated region?"
"Plenty; but I can't tell you where they are."
Antonia knitted her brows. Nan gazed at her curiously. It was really interesting to have something to do with a person who wanted a ladder. What was she going to do with it?
"I must climb without," said Antonia. "I wonder are there creepers."
"What do you want with it?" said Nan in quite a friendly tone.
"I want to get into Susan Drummond's room by her window."
"Oh, dear, what fun!" Nan's eyes danced.
"She is sound asleep," pursued Antonia, "and I propose to use the wet sponge with effect."