“I hope she doesn’t die of fright,” whispered one.
“So do I, but I hope she’s good and scared. That was a splendid idea of yours to wear those long-sleeved kimonos,” answered the other.
“Good night,” said the first, and slipped out to her own room.
“Good night,” replied the second. “Louise and Latin are both avenged.”
The next morning Agnes stayed in bed for breakfast, and the Seniors said she had had a nightmare, and it had made her very nervous.
Polly and Lois were rather heavy-eyed and kept exchanging glances.
Of course no one suspected them of having anything to do with Agnes’ dream, that is, no one except Louise. She met them in the corridor after breakfast and whispered very softly:
“Thank you for my beautiful violets and ‘the ghost.’ I understood and I think you’re both darlings!”
That was all they ever heard on the subject.
Agnes’ brother and his friend arrived, and with the Spartan for chaperon, they went for a drive, but Agnes said she didn’t enjoy it as much as she had expected to, she was so dreadfully upset.