I'll write down some of the names and rooms." "We might buy the white owl, Steve.

Ever think you'd like a white owl ?" "Not with moths in it, thanks," replied Steve.

There was pen and ink on the ledge outside the window of the physical director's office and Steve secured paper by tearing a corner from one of the notices.

When he had scribbled down the addresses that sounded promising they set off for Torrence Hall.

Number 13 was on the second floor, and as they drew near it their ears were afflicted by most dismal sounds.
"Wha-what's that ?" asked Tom in alarm.
"Fiddle," laughed Steve.