The other girls did not agree with her that it was nonsense; they merely exchanged rather knowing glances.
Then Poppy and Gwen and some of the other Seniors came in, and the talk changed to plans for the tableaux.
It was decided to give six in all. They talked earnestly until the clock chimed the Happy Dreams, then the Seniors went back to their rooms, and the rest of the girls, after a few minutes’ more talk, to theirs.
Janet went straight to the balcony, when she and Phyllis were alone in their own room. She looked out into the lovely night, and in her vivid imagination she saw the whole scene, as Gladys had told it to her, unfold before her.
If Miss Slocum had seen her stretch out her arms, as she looked down with the eyes of the poor maiden upon the body of her lover, she might have wondered. In literature, Janet kept her emotions to herself, and the more a scene from Shakespeare touched, the more colorless was her voice as she read it. As she would have hated to have shared the Enchanted Kingdom with any one but Peter, so she hated to share her love of the romantic, and hold it up for possible ridicule.
“Jan, do come in from that horrible balcony,” Phyllis besought her. “I have the creeps every time I look at it.”
“Nonsense,” Janet replied shortly, but she came in, and it was not many minutes before she was in bed. Phyllis, in spite of her predictions to the contrary, was soon fast asleep, and Janet, though she tried to keep awake and think about the pretty lady, soon followed.
Neither of them ever knew how long they had been asleep, before they were conscious of a low moaning sound that came from the balcony.
Phyllis heard it first, and she leaned over and shook Janet’s arm.
“Jan, listen, what is that horrible noise?” she demanded.