“If you think how to get by them, Herbert, you can,” urged the temptress.
“How? Just tell me how I can get past old Mademoiselle when she sits in the hall outside my door?”
“Tell her you forgot something downstairs, and then run out.”
“Fat chance! She’d give the alarm and they’d all come on the jump.”
“Well, if I can get out, I should think you could,” she taunted him.
“How’d we get back in? Suppose parents got back before we did.”
Her inspiration flared like a torch.
“We’d sleep in the tents all night.”
“Gee!” said Herbert. This was sheer daring. It captured his imagination. He decided to submit it to the others. A council was called. They in turn were struck dumb by the idea that they should spend a night in the woods, untrammelled by authority.