We knew that we were to blame; but we also felt tremendously indignant with Halstead.
Very early the next morning, however, long before it was light, Addison roused me.
"Wake up," he said.

"Let's go see if we can find that noodle of ours and get him back home." It was cold and dark and dreary; one of those miserable, shivery mornings when you hate to stir out of bed.

But I got up, for I agreed with Addison that we ought to look for Halstead.
After dabbling our faces in ice-cold water and dressing we tiptoed downstairs.

Going to the kitchen, we kindled a fire in order to get a bit of breakfast before we started.

Theodora had heard us and came hastily down to bear a hand.