And upon the very echo of these words, a clear voice demanded:
“And will you tell me, Miss Nelson, how it is that you are not in Number 30—your proper dormitory—at this hour of the night?”
Both girls sat up in bed as though worked with the same spring. They could not speak. Madame Schakael stood in the doorway.
CHAPTER XV
A GREAT DEAL HAPPENS
The Madame’s doll-like figure has been mentioned before in these chronicles. But to Nancy Nelson’s excited imagination the principal of Pinewood Hall at this juncture seemed to swell—expand—develop—and actually fill the doorway of Number 40, West Side, with her unexpected presence!
Nancy couldn’t speak for the moment. Even the lively Jennie Bruce’s gayety was stifled in her throat.
“I hope you are not stricken dumb, Nancy,” suggested the Madame, in the same low voice.