“Are you awake?” Miss Holland’s voice coming anxious and reproachful through the stillness was added to the minute unmistakable irritations.
“Yes, are you? I mean are you being devoured alive?”
“Indeed, indeed, I am,” wailed Miss Holland. “It is a disaster.”
“It’s weird,” said Miriam, lunging. “Where can they all come from? I’m going to get up.”
“Indeed, that is all we can do. Light candles and make instant warfare.”
“I’m so sleepy. I think I shall change in the dark.”
“I fear that will be useless,” groaned Miss Holland, striking a match. “I fear, I fear the worst.”
Out on the green floor and with the two candles cheerfully gleaming.... Alone such an adventure would have been misery.
She grew interested in following Miss Holland’s instructions, and was almost disappointed when the white expanse of her bed offered no further prey.
“Seven,” she announced.