Miss Stoner, You Must Follow My Advice in Every Respect

The object which had his eye was a small dog lash hung on one corner of the bed. The lash, however, was curled upon itself and tied so as to make a loop of whipcord. Both miss stoner and i gazed at him in astonishment. I believe that there is a village inn over there. Your windows would be visible from there. Certainly, you must confine yourself to your room on pretence of a headache. When your stepfather comes back, retire for the night. You must open the shutters of your window, undo the lasp and put your lamp there as a signal for us. And then withdraw, quietly, with everything which you are likely