"Dorothy, I fear you are an immodest girl," said Madge.
"I fear I am, but I don't care—John, John, John!"
"How came he to speak of your lower lip?" asked Madge. "It certainly is very beautiful; but how came he to speak of it?"
"It was after—after—once," responded Dorothy.
"And your arm," continued remorseless Madge, "how came he to speak of it? You surely did not—"
"No, no, Madge; I hope you do not think I would show him my arm. I have not come to that. I have a poor remnant of modesty left; but the Holy Mother only knows how long it will last. No, he did not speak of my arm."
"You spoke of your arm when you were before the mirror," responded Madge, "and you said, 'Perhaps some day—'"
"Oh, don't, Madge. Please spare me. I indeed fear I am very wicked. I will say a little prayer to the Virgin to-night. She will hear me, even If I am wicked; and she will help me to become good and modest again."
The girls went to sleep, and Dorothy dreamed "John, John, John," and slumbered happily.
That part of the building of Haddon Hall which lies to the northward, west of the kitchen, consists of rooms according to the following plan:—