“I’m glad we didn’t,” Cara said nervously. “I’m not keen on watching tonight either.”
Madge paid not the slightest attention to her friend’s gentle hints that they leave. She surveyed the garden, looking for a suitable hiding place. A huge rhododendron bush offered a possibility and she went over to examine it.
“This will serve nicely,” she decided. “We’ll be well hidden, and if necessary we can probably slip out the front way without being seen by anyone in the garden.”
Cara allowed herself to be dragged under the rhododendron although secretly she felt that it was a silly and undignified thing to do. She sank down on the ground gingerly, fearing to soil her silk frock.
“Better make yourself comfortable,” Madge advised cheerfully. “We’re likely to be here a long time.”
The prediction came true with a vengeance. Minutes dragged like hours. The girls talked for a time, but soon exhausted all topics of conversation. Their limbs became cramped and they shifted from one position to another. Cara yawned several times and once dozed off for a few minutes.
“Isn’t it most eleven?” she asked hopefully. “I must be home by that time.”
Madge looked at her watch which she could plainly see under the bright moonlight.
“We’ve been here only a little more than an hour,” she informed. “It’s too early to go home yet.”
Cara sighed and shifted to a new position. The adventure had lost all its original thrill and terror. It was deadly monotonous to lie there watching for something which likely never would come. Madge cheered her friend with good natured “kidding,” but she too was beginning to wonder if they had not wasted the evening.