"You shall go to bed."
But Miss Ellingwood's room was crowded with guests, and there was the sound of many voices in Sarah's.
"It is no place I can sleep," she cried.
The pain in her hands had come back, and made her feel faint. It seemed to her that she should die if she could not sleep.
"Yes, there is," said Ethel and Gertrude together.
And so with peaceful heart and bandaged hands, Sarah slept in Ethel's bed, while Ethel and Gertrude whispered together across the room.
"It was in the air," said Ethel. "Everybody distrusted her."
Gertrude sat up in bed. "I think we've been hateful, hateful," she said. "Listen!"
"Some people always talk in their sleep," answered Ethel. "I guess she's tired, poor child. I'm not sleepy, are you?"
"No," said Gertrude, "I'm ashamed. Are you?"