She gave a comprehensive smile, put her fingers on her lips for silence, bolted into her dormitory, and returned with a package of chocolate which she tied firmly to the end of the string, then waved her hand and darted back to her preparation.
Peachy drew up her present, chuckling with delight.

She felt almost like a captive of the Middle Ages, and was beginning to plan a romantic escape down an improvised rope ladder, when it occurred to her that she would scarcely know what to do with her liberty if she regained it.
"Botheration!" she mused.

"Unless I square things up I can't walk in to tea, and I can't haunt the garden like a wandering ghost, and I've no money to pay my passage on the steamer, so I can't go home to Naples.
Nothing for it but to stay here, I suppose, and see who gets tired out first." When the Camellia Buds were able to meet together again at a secret conclave in the garden, Agnes announced the important fact of having established communication with the prisoner.

After an animated discussion they decided to write her a round-robin letter and set forth their idea of the situation.

Each composed a sentence in turn, and Lorna acted as scribe.