Tavia must have reached the window by the aid of a stepladder, for it was quite high from the ground. Now the stepladder had been removed, the window was closed, and Dorothy was not at first sure that her friend was still in durance there.
“Tavia!” she called.
It was not until she had spoken the name twice that Tavia’s face appeared at the pane. Then the girl inside opened the window and smiled broadly down upon her chum.
“Is the ogress about?” asked Tavia.
“She’s in the office. I just had a flare-up with her,” admitted Dorothy.
“Oh, don’t you get into trouble over me, Doro,” begged Tavia. “It isn’t worth while.”
“What is she going to do with you?”
“Boil me in oil, or some pleasant little pastime like that,” chuckled Tavia.
“Do be sensible.”
“I can’t. I’m lonesome. They’ve taken away the pigs.”