"A near shave!" murmured Marjorie.
"Sh! sh! Don't let's talk. She may come back and listen outside," whispered Sylvia, with a keen distrust for Miss Norton's notions of vigilance.
Next morning the girls in No. 8 Dormitory mentioned that they had heard a noise during the night.
"Somebody walked down the passage," proclaimed Lennie Jackson. "Enid thought it was a ghost."
"I thought it was somebody walking in her sleep," maintained Daisy Shaw.
"Oh, how horrid!" shivered Barbara Wright. "I'd be scared to death of anyone sleep-walking. I'd rather meet a ghost any day."
"Did you see somebody?" enquired Betty casually.
"No, it was only what we heard—stealthy footsteps, you know, that moved softly along, just as they're described in a horrible book I read in the holidays—The Somnambulist it was called—about a man who was always going about in the night with fixed, stony eyes, and appearing on the tops of roofs and all sorts of spooky places. It gives me the creeps to think of it. Ugh!"
"When people walk in their sleep it's fearfully dangerous to awaken them," commented Daisy.
"Is it? Why?"