It was past twelve o'clock, but there were still lights in the front
part of the big summer-house. Quiet reigned there, however; the noise
of merry-making came from the servants' quarters overlooking the
ravine. A handful of gravel left an impatient hand and rattled against
the second-story window above. Almost instantaneously the window was
raised and a head came forth.
"Joe?" came a shrill whisper from above.
"What's the matter?" whispered the man below. "I've been waiting out
there for two hours--well, half an hour, at least. Aren't you coming,
dear?"
"I can't get out," came in a whispered wail. "I've had my hat on for
hours, but---"
"Why can't you get out? Good Lord, you just must!"
"They're playing bridge in the front part of the house and the
servants are having a reunion in the back. Oh, I've been nearly crazy.
What are we to do? Shall I jump?"
"Don't! Is there no way to sneak out?"
"I'm afraid of being seen. It would give everything away if any one
saw me in this automobile rigging at this time of night--and in a rain
like this, too. Oh, dear, dear, I know I shall go mad! You poor
darling, aren't you wet to the skin? I really couldn't help it.
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