may believe we wouldn't be out of bed," murmured another of the midnight visitors, whom Ruth was quite sure was Belle Tingley.
"And I hope you made no mistake about that, Miss!" snapped the girl on the table. "You went to her door."
"And knocked, and asked for toothache drops," giggled another of the shrouded figures.
"And she wasn't there. I pushed the door open," muttered the other girl. "I know she went out. I heard the door open and shut half an hour before."
"She's a sly one, she, is," declared the girl on the table. "But, enough of Picolet. It is these small infants we have to judge; not that old cat. We say they have shown temerity in coming to Briarwood—is it not so, friends and fellow members—ahem! is it not so?"
There was a responsive giggle from the shrouded figures about the room.
"Then punishment must be the portion of these Infants," declared the foremost hazer. "They claim that they were sent here against their will and that it was not reckless bravery that brought them to these scholastic halls. Let them prove their courage then—what say the Sisters?"
The Sisters giggled a good deal, but the majority seemed to be of the opinion that proof of the Infants' courage should be exacted.
