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"Don't you get excited, Janet," cautioned Jane. "We have our lady- like hands very full at the moment, and to run into more trouble would be positively rash. Besides, here is Judy, unrumpled as a babe from its cradle; seems to have enjoyed the whole thing and I can guess why." "So can we," quickly followed Dozia. "She will put the experience down in her field work for Social Service.
"Suppose we should get walled up in here, just two babes in the tower?" "I'm going to get this thing down and show it to the girls," defied Jane. "Oh, Dozia, look there a companion. One for you and one for me. Let's get into them and go down stairs. The girls will be there and " "Say, little girl!" drawled Dozia. "Do you expect me to get in under that scrap iron works?"
Walk right up the red carpeted stairs with little bright-eyed Dozia, and view the tower from the objective." She took Jane's arm and dragged her around to the side door, which stood invitingly opened. By way of the red carpeted stairs they went as far as the attic flight, and from that point tramped plain unvarnished and well worn "treads" which Dozia took two at a time.
"There's a side door," suggested Dozia, critically inspecting the long, low old stone building that had been put up originally as a rendezvous for Wellington faculty who might want to get away from the buzz of girls and college. It seemed no one had that sort of disease, however, and the rest cure "went to the wall" for want of patronage.
When an old sword dropped from its hook on a rafter, Jane danced in glee and declared "a ghost did it," although Dozia insisted she had cut a piece of cord on that very hook. Finally Jane was "canned," as Dozia described the state of being inside of tin things, and an attempt was made to move. "If we should fall " suggested Jane. But they didn't.
How did this girl win the scholarship? For some moments longer Jane sat there. She went over again the incident of Dozia's tack hammer. That she could depend absolutely on Dozia, and knew this strange girl had done more than sit in the path of the showering tack hammer was irrefutable.
But Jane had no ears for warnings, and while Dozia held on to the blue plaid skirt Jane yanked away into the great unknown! "Oh, look!" she cried in that tragic way girls discover things. "Just look!" They had opened up a big storeroom forgotten and abandoned, and in it were all sorts of college paraphernalia, such as is used in theatricals.
Yes, I have known girls to sail along beautifully in school and flunk everything in college. It really can be done." "But two hundred dollars can't be done that way," Dozia interposed, "and no one seems to be missing her change purse." "Beyond me," Jane owned up, "and I've almost ceased to wonder about the dumb-waiter tenant. Wish you would agree to my ascent in that car, Judith."
Dozia insisted on carrying the "tin rompers" down stairs in her hands and donning them in a convenient place to avoid possible disaster. "Yours are shorter and jauntier than mine, Jane," she argued. "Besides, you have a better figure for tonlets. Come along, I'll stop at the landing and buckle into the things. Give me a couple of chains. Don't they chime beautifully?"
How wonderful to hear the stricken girl speak again! "The awful noise in my ears!" she gasped. "Like a torrent rushing " "That's only the returning circulation," said Dozia in the same quiet monotone Jane had used. What a relief! To know her mind was clear! And the blood streak on her neck seemed now only from surface scratches the briars had torn her flesh cruelly as she dashed down that hill.
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