It would be a trying ordeal , but Carl was anxious to wipe out his disgrace and prove that he was not a coward after all . `` All right , '' he said sturdily . `` But how 'll I know when it is twelve ? '' `` The study windows are open and you 'll hear the clock striking . And mind you that you are not to budge out of that graveyard until the last stroke . As for you girls , you 've got to go without jam at supper for a week . '' Faith and Una looked rather blank . They were inclined to think that even Carl 's comparatively short though sharp agony was lighter punishment than this long drawn-out ordeal . A whole week of soggy bread without the saving grace of jam ! But no shirking was permitted in the club . The girls accepted their lot with such philosophy as they could summon up . That night they all went to bed at nine , except Carl , who was already keeping vigil on the tombstone . Una slipped in to bid him good night . Her tender heart was wrung with sympathy . `` Oh , Carl , are you much scared ? '' she whispered . `` Not a bit , '' said Carl airily . `` I wo n't sleep a wink till after twelve , '' said Una . `` If you get lonesome just look up at our window and remember that I 'm inside , awake , and thinking about you . That will be a little company , wo n't it ? ''
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