It was a loud tapping at one of the curtained windows, the tapping of some metallic object.

And that window was fifteen feet above the ground! With a little cry the girl threw down her brush, ran to the window, and raised and lowered the curtain once.

Then she turned to Kent, swiftly dividing her hair into thick strands and weaving them into a braid.
"It is Mooie," she cried.

"Kedsty is coming!" She caught his hand and hurried him toward the head of the bed, where two long curtains were strung on a wire.

She drew these apart.