"It just went down," stammered Sarah. "I—I guess I jumped too hard on it."
"What is your name?"
It was the first time the Wenner name had ever been mentioned with hesitation and shame.
"Sarah Wenner."
The tall figure was gone, its silent departure worse than threats, and Sarah closed the door. Mabel turned over lazily.
"Get up and help her fix the bed, Ellen, I saved her from blowing out the light."
Ellen rose, grumbling. Miss Jones lived beneath them and was the strictest teacher in the school, she said. Sarah would be haled to the office to-morrow. She helped to put the slats in place, and told Sarah not to make any more noise. Then, long after exhausted and terrified Sarah had fallen asleep, she giggled with Mabel until the night-watchman rapped at the door. That, mercifully, Sarah did not hear.