She knelt down and lifted it cautiously, crept through and went down the ladder backwards much impeded by the quilt, and with all her teeth chattering as if they would never stop. Noiselessly she tiptoed into Blue Dorm, found her bed, and got into it, pulling her bedclothes tightly round her. Unfortunately, this process did not keep her teeth from chattering, cold chills chased each other up and down her spine, and the bed shook with her shivering. Someone spoke from one of the window beds: "I say, Jocelyn!" "Thought you weren't talking to me!" Joey inquired, as high-handedly as is possible with teeth chattering like castanets. It was Noreen's voice that had spoken; she recognized the faint touch of the brogue. "Are you crying?" "Likely!" Joey got all the scorn possible into that one word. Noreen sat up in bed. "Then what _are_ you doing?" "Shivering." "Oh!" said Noreen, and ducked down in her bed, because there was a step outside, and the door opened. Ingrid came in with a candle. "I thought I heard talking; is any one ill?" Joey withdrew herself and her shivers well under the bedclothes, and buried her face in the pillow. "Nothing's the matter, Ingrid," Noreen said, rather flustered. "I just thought one of them was awake--and asked." Ingrid was in a hurry and rather cold besides. She did not make a tour of the beds in Blue Dorm. "My dear Kid, don't wake people up to ask if they're awake," she said. "You spoke quite loud: I heard you in the passage, when I was fetching stuff for Dorothy's earache. Go to sleep, and anyhow keep quiet, please." She shut the door. Noreen wisely waited for a good five minutes before saying anything else. Then she got out of bed and came across to Joey, carrying her quilt. "Stick this on top of yours. Goodness, you _are_ cold. Like my rug too? It's just folded at the end of my bed; I can get it in a sec." "Thanks awfully," jerked poor Joey, wondering if she ever would be warm again. Though she didn't want to take anything from these horrid unfriendly Redlands girls, she couldn't resist the quilt and the rug, and Noreen's voice was kind just then. "Where _have_ you been?" Noreen whispered, as she tucked the plaid down over the two quilts. "Roof," said Joey. "You haven't? Up the ladder and on to the leads. You slept there? I say, there _would_ have been a row if Ingrid found out!" "Well, I suppose so," Joey acknowledged. Her teeth were chattering rather less; it was more possible to speak. "She'd be sure to say we drove you to it," Noreen said. "She knew about our ragging you...." "I didn't tell her--at least when I asked about her boots I spoke about the Lab, and she wanted to know who told me to tidy it," Joey explained. "Did you tell?" "No." Noreen sat down on her bed. "You're rather a young sport, Jocelyn. I say, it was rather a shame about the Lab; was the Professor a frightful beast about it?"