How little did Tavia know of the danger into which she had thrown her best friend!
"And I wonder," thought Dorothy, "if Tavia is safely back at camp? And what do the folks think of me?"
A sigh, as deep as it was sincere, escaped from her lips, and she crawled out of bed to see if daylight was near.
"Such a long night!" she sobbed, "and to think that I am a prisoner!"
The low windows were shut, and the air of the room was stifling. Dorothy groped around to see if she might find the candle that she had noticed on the stand, but it was gone.
"They haven't even left me a match," she told herself. "Did they think I would eat matches?"
Then she decided she would raise a window if she had to break it open. A curtain roller lay on the floor. With this she tried to pry up the uncertain sash, and in doing so she fell over a low stool.
The noise disturbed the folks in the lower rooms, for directly Dorothy heard a shuffle of feet on the stairs.
At first she felt indignant, then her helplessness prompted caution, and she hurried into bed.
The door opened softly.