“Yes. I know where to find the emergency key. But I don’t think I’ll go in.” Nora seemed doomed to spend the night at camp after all.
The girls crowded around. Plainly any excitement was a welcome diversion for them.
“Maybe the groaner lighted up,” suggested Wyn, facetiously. “She seems to like traveling.”
“You are so brave, Wynnie,” said Miss Beckwith, “I wonder would you be brave enough to go in and investigate?”
“Certainly,” came the quick rejoinder. “I’d like nothing better. Volunteers?” she called out.
“Hush!” begged Nora. “It may be that Vita is upstairs and has not heard us, although she must have heard that knock.”
Again she rapped the knocker.
“Hark!” said Betta. “I honestly thought I heard a cry.”
Everyone was now breathless.
“I do hear some one crying,” declared Alma. “Whoever can it be?”