But Jane had no ears for warnings, and while Dozia held on to the blue plaid skirt Jane yanked away into the great unknown!

“Oh, look!” she cried in that tragic way girls discover things.  “Just look!”

They had opened up a big storeroom forgotten and abandoned, and in it—­were all sorts of college paraphernalia, such as is used in theatricals.  The room literally groaned with the stuff, and from the mass one object stood out boldly and significantly: 

It was a suit of Japanese armor!

Jane yelled in delight at the discovery and pointed it out to Dozia.

“Don’t touch it!” whispered Dozia.  “It may be inhabited!”

“Bosh!” roared Jane, laying hold of a dangling armlet.

As she did so the chains rattled!  The metallic clangings clanged and the whole array of ghostly noises sounded out in the unholy hour of three o’clock broad daylight!

“The ghost!  The ghost!” boomed Jane.  “Dozia, see, this thing is hung so it goes off at a touch.  Oh, isn’t it delicious!  To have found it and this way.”

“I’m nervous watching that disappearing door,” whined Dozia.  “Suppose we should get walled up in here, just two babes in the tower?”

“I’m going to get this thing down and show it to the girls,” defied Jane.  “Oh, Dozia, look there—­a companion.  One for you and one for me.  Let’s get into them and go down stairs.  The girls will be there and—­”

“Say, little girl!” drawled Dozia.  “Do you expect me to get in under that scrap iron works?”

“It’s all padded,” interrupted the excited Jane.  “Here,” she had the armor off its big hook and simply made Dozia hold the tumbling parts.  “There’s the helmet, the visor and these—–­”

“The trunks,” said Dozia.  “Cute little rompers, aren’t they?”

“Called tonlets,” said the intelligent Jane, sighing under the weight of the outfit she was trying to shift to a trunk and a couple of boxes.

“I’d hate to have to get in that for a fire,” remarked Dozia.  She was, however, trying on the scaly breastplate, and attempting to poke her head into the helmet.  “Are you sure this stuff is no world’s war relic?  I wouldn’t care to rub shoulders with some old Prussian guard.”

“Why, girlie, aside from bagging the ghost, I think we have made a great discovery.  Think of this acquisition to Wellington!” and then Jane proceeded to dress up.

But things rattled and fell off almost as often as they were put on, and it was not an easy matter to get inside of anything pertaining to this dilapidated costume.

When an old sword dropped from its hook on a rafter, Jane danced in glee and declared “a ghost did it,” although Dozia insisted she had cut a piece of cord on that very hook.  Finally Jane was “canned,” as Dozia described the state of being inside of tin things, and an attempt was made to move.

“If we should fall—­” suggested Jane.