“Pilchards don’t fall down cliffs,” said Loveday scornfully.
But she was obliged to admit that there were difficulties which would not be very easy to get over, and they walked about with very anxious, serious faces and dampened spirits—it did seem bitter to be balked now.
“I think I know what we can do,” said Loveday at last; “isn’t it light very early in the morning now?”
“Yes, it’s full day by four o’clock, and earlier,” said Aaron.
“Well, we’ll get up then, and we can get out of my window quite easily, and then we can run up the cliff and be piskies till it’s time to come home; then we’ll run down and jump into bed, and then, when Bessie calls us, we’ll be asleep; and we’ll get up, and nobody won’t know anything. We can do that, can’t we?”
“Yes,” agreed Aaron, “I reckon we might; but I think we’d best be going home now—it feels like tea-time, and mother will be wondering where we’ve got to.”
CHAPTER XI
LOVEDAY AND AARON PLAY AT BEING PISKIES
LOVEDAY could scarcely sleep at all that night, she was so afraid that they would not wake up early enough to start. In fact, she was so afraid of oversleeping that after Bessie had seen her to bed and said “Good-night,” she slipped out again and put on some of her clothes, partly that she might be so far dressed when morning came, and partly that the discomfort of them might prevent her sleeping too soundly.