Publisher's Synopsis
This remark called forth no response, and Patty peered down from the top of the stepladder at her room-mate, who was sitting on the floor dragging sofa-pillows and curtains from a dry-goods box. "Priscilla," she begged, "you aren't doing anything useful. Go down and ask Peters for a hammer." Priscilla rose reluctantly. "I dare say fifty girls have already been after a hammer." "Oh, he has a private one in his back pocket. Borrow that. And, Pris,"-Patty called after her over the transom, -"just tell him to send up a man to take that closet door off its hinges.
