What would not the crowd of waiting boys have given for one glimpse of the ball room, where ballet girls, clowns and courtiers, Egyptian snake charmers, Mephistopholeses and Marguerites, priests and priestesses of the Orient, all whirled madly together?
Every door had been locked and bolted and every downstairs window securely closed.

Ventilation was obtained through the half-open windows opening on the upper gallery, which ran around the four sides of the gymnasium.

The doors to this gallery had also been locked and the only way to reach it was by steps leading up from the gymnasium.
Six masked and hooded figures swung down High School Street together, talking and laughing in low voices.

The smallest of the six appeared to stumble over her feet, and once tumbled in the road.

Her friends gayly helped her up, when it was disclosed that she wore a pair of boy's shoes much too large for her.
"If we don't break our necks stumbling over these brogans," whispered the tallest girl, "we'll be lucky." As a matter of fact, each one of the six maskers was wearing a pair of men's shoes.
"I stuffed my toes with cotton," laughed another, "but even now they are hard to manage." Just then a motor cycle shot past them, slowed down and stopped altogether.
The rider rested it against a tree and came back.
"I recognized you by your big feet," he said in a whisper.