The sounds had ceased temporarily, but now they began again--a distinct shuffling as of footsteps, and even a subdued sniff, then the outline of a dark figure made its appearance, bearing straight for the stairs.
With quite commendable bravery Ingred flung her boots at it, which missiles were instantly followed by Nora's hairbrush, Fil's dispatch case, and Verity's pillow.

It screamed in a most unburglar-like voice, and apparently with genuine fright.
"If you t-t-t-try to c-c-come nearer, I'll sh-sh-shoot you dead!" quavered Ingred, wishing she had at least some semblance of a pistol to bluff with.
"What _are_ you doing, girls ?" replied the dark shadow, persisting in its movement towards the staircase, and, as it came into the faint circle of radiance spread by the lamp, resolving itself into the familiar form of Nurse Warner.

"Have you suddenly gone mad ?" Here was a situation! The four girls flew back to their dormitory in great haste, especially as Mrs.Best, disturbed by the noise, had opened her door and come on to the scene in a pink-and-gray dressing-gown.

They were followed, however, by both Matron and Nurse, and forced to give an explanation of their extraordinary conduct.
"I couldn't sleep for the wind, so I put on my felt slippers and my cloak, and went downstairs for a biscuit," declared Nurse Warner, whose voice sounded rather aggrieved.

"I didn't think I should disturb anybody." "You girls are the limit with your silly notions!" said Mrs.Best, really angry for once.