“I should like to have a window,” Caro said.
“But you can’t unless you are dead,” Marjorie answered.
Caro was disposed to doubt this and would have begun to argue the question if the sound of a banging door had not startled her. “What was that Marjorie? I guess we’d better go,” she said.
Pushing open the swinging door they went out into the vestibule, and there they found the outside door fast closed.
“Oh Marjorie, it is shut tight, I can’t open it!” Caro cried.
Marjorie tried in her turn, but it was of no use, the janitor not knowing they were in the chapel had locked the door and gone away.
“What shall we do? We shall be late to meet grandpa,” wailed Caro.
Marjorie began to pound on the door and call, but this they soon realized could do no good. “Nobody can hear us it is so thick,” she said, beginning to cry.
“Don’t cry Marjorie; maybe Clifford will come back again. But I’m afraid we won’t get out in time to meet grandpa,” Caro added with a little choke in her voice at the thought.
“Clifford won’t be back till to-morrow I know,” and Marjorie continued to sob.