“Oh!” cried Lida in real terror, for just at that moment something had hit the window.
“Maybe Dudley and the boys are playing tricks,” suggested Babs, brightly.
“No, Mother had his promise they wouldn’t play any tricks, late,” Cara insisted. “No, Dud would never throw things at the window. He knows better than to do that.”
“Well, some one is throwing things at the window,” Babs insisted, “and I’m going to see who it is.”
“You mustn’t, Babs,” Louise implored the girl who had separated herself from the shrinking group and was moving towards the window.
But she did move towards it, nevertheless.
“I can see the lighthouse flash its light,” she declared. “I guess they’re getting ready for the storm. Oh!” Babs sprang back just as something landed on the porch. It was heavier than the things thrown before, and as it crossed the window-sill the girls could see it was a stick. It almost sailed in the open window and did disarrange the soft curtains with its pointed end that rested over the sill.
“We’ll have to call some one,” Cara insisted, forgetting all about her bridal costume as the other girls also had forgotten how they were clothed.
“Hey there! Are ye all dead!”
A man’s voice! Close at the window! So close the girls could not now feel safe to cross in front of the window to open the door to call.