"You had some reason," Ned persisted, "so out with it."
"Well, you were so blamed quick, Ned. You went to the door and then I heard you get into bed about thirty seconds afterward. It don't seem to me that you had time to undress."
"Let's get this right," said Ned with what was evidently forced calm. "Sit down there a minute, Laurie. Why do you say it was I who came through the window?"
It was Laurie's turn to stare. "Why, why because I saw you! I waked up just as your head came over the sill, you chump!"
"You saw my head come—Look here, are you in earnest or just trying to be funny?"
"Seems to me it's you who are acting the silly ass," answered Laurie aggrievedly. "What's the big idea, anyway?"
"But—but, great Scott, Laurie," exclaimed Ned excitedly. "I saw you come in the window!"
"Cut the comedy," grinned Laurie, "I wasn't out, and you know it."
"Well, was I, you poor fish? Wasn't I in
