“Don’t say anything about death,” Madge gasped. She was so white around the mouth, Mimi feared she might faint. It was different from the purple splotches from being cold. There was a haunted look in her eyes. She lowered her voice so Dit couldn’t hear.
“I knew something awful was going to happen today,” she confided.
“How did you know?”
Mimi was thinking of Cissy and her spooky premonitions. The very thoughts of them made goose bumps on Mimi.
“Ever since last night when I hear those”—her voice sank to a stricken whisper—“death bells!”
There was horror and conviction in her voice.
“What on earth are death bells?”
“Sh-sh-sh—I’ll tell you some time—maybe.”
Was Sheridan a boarding school or a lunatic asylum, Mimi wondered as they neared the winter stripped campus and stopped before Prep Hall.