“If worse comes to worst,” she said, “we’ll throw the key out of the window and let her hunt for the person who unlocked our door, gave us the supper, and ran away with the key.”
“Oh, Tavia! We’ll both get into serious trouble.”
“Sufficient unto the day is the trouble thereof,” misquoted Tavia. “Now the gas! Let me spread this out. What do you think of this banquet, Doro?”
Dorothy could not refuse her share of the goodies. There was all that Tavia had promised. She seemed to have known to the last item just what the pantry had contained. And she had brought a bottle of real fizzy sarsaparilla and two glasses.
“Do you think I’d let a person like Miss Olaine get the best of me?” demanded Tavia, with pride. “Bread and milk, indeed! Well, I guess——”
“Hush!” whispered Dorothy.
There was a firm step in the classroom. They heard it mount the platform and then came a fumbling at the door.
“Oh! she’s found us out,” breathed Dorothy, seizing Tavia’s wrist.
“She’s found us in, you mean,” returned her friend, almost exploding with laughter. “And what more can she expect?”
“Girls!” exclaimed Miss Olaine’s harsh voice.