Hastily donning robes and slippers, the girls gathered about Cora as she rang the electric bell which had been arranged to summon the boys in the other bungalow to the toy telephone. Meanwhile, Mrs. Floyd had arisen and dressed to let in the boys. The rumbling, trembling noise had stopped.
“Oh, why don’t they answer?” cried Cora, impatiently pushing the electric bell button again and again.
Then, through the toy receiver came a faint voice.
“Hello! Hello, there! Is that you, girls? What is the matter?”
“This you, Jack?” Cora asked.
“Yes.”
“Come over as fast as you can! Hurry!”
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Don’t stop to question! Hurry over!” Cora begged. “It’s that terrible noise again. Can’t you hear it?”
“No,” answered Jack. “But we’ll be right over. Come on, fellows!” Cora heard him call to Walter and Paul, as he left the telephone. “The girls are scared.”