“Where have you been?” demanded Nance Oldham, who had saved a seat for her roommate next to her own.
All conversation ceased, and every eye in the room was turned on blushing Molly.
“I—I’ve been locked up,” she answered faintly.
“Locked up?” repeated several voices at once. “Where?”
“In the Cloisters. I didn’t realize it was six o’clock, and some one locked the door.”
Molly had been prepared for a good deal of amusement at her expense, and she felt very grateful when, instead of hoots of derision, a nice junior named Sallie Marks, with an interesting face and good dark eyes, exclaimed:
“Why, you poor little freshie! What a mediæval adventure for your first day. And how did you finally get out?”
“One of the professors heard me call and let me out.”
“Which one?” demanded several voices at once.
“I don’t know his name,” replied Molly guardedly, remembering that she had a secret to keep.