“Oh, Madame! forgive me!” gasped the culprit at last, and slipped out of bed.
“Where are your robe and slippers?”
“Right here, Madame,” answered the frightened freshman, getting into them in a hurry.
“Well! stand there. Tell me why you are in the wrong room?”
“Oh, it isn’t Jennie’s fault—’deed it isn’t, Madame!” gasped Nancy.
“I am not going to eat you, child,” said the principal of the school, with some exasperation. “Having broken a rule, please stand up properly and answer my questions.
“How came you here, Nancy Nelson?”
“Jennie—Jennie found me crying in the hall.”
“What for?”
“I—I felt bad.”