“I can’t think of any other way,” answered Molly, “unless we ring the bell over the gate and alarm the entire dormitory.”
“Suppose the night watchman has closed the window? What then?” demanded Nance.
“Why, we’ll just have to find some other way, then,” answered her optimistic friend.
But the window in the Tower Room was wide open, just as they had left it.
The doubting Nance still had another theory.
“Suppose the night watchman has left it open on purpose to catch us when we come back?” she suggested.
“I do wish you would stop hunting up troubles, Nance,” ejaculated Molly irritably. “I never found supposing did any good, anyhow.”
Nance, thus rebuked, said nothing more.
Molly, boosted by the other girls, pulled herself onto the window sill and climbed into the room. She looked about her cautiously. But Nance’s fears were groundless so far. The room was perfectly empty.
“Let down a chair,” whispered Judy.