Sally was listening with intelligent interest. “Oh, I believe I could recite it now, Virginia. I think I understand better what it means.”
And she did, no longer afraid.
That ended the review for the evening and Betsy leaped up to pass the fudge and this time she generously turned the plate so that Babs would be obliged to take the piece that was nuttiest, it being nearest her.
That night when Virginia and Winona had returned to their room, they stood for a few moments, after the lights had been put out, to gaze toward the ocean, over which hung one burning star that was much larger than any of the others.
Its path of quivering gold led toward the shore. They had opened the window and they could hear the murmurous plash of the waves on the sand, for the tide was out, and the surf was not crashing against the cliffs.
These two, who so loved and understood nature, were quiet for a time. Then Winona spoke. “Virg,” she said, “I have felt a strange stirring within of late. It isn’t discontent, but a soul-voice is urging me to do something really worthwhile.”
The light had been turned on again and the girls were preparing for bed.
“What are you planning to do, Winona, that will be more worthwhile?” Virginia was sure that her Indian friend had not spoken without giving the matter long and earnest contemplation.
“I do not feel that this school is just the place that I should be.” Then she hastily continued when she saw an expression of concern in the face of her dearly loved companion, “I’m not unhappy here, white Lily, but I seem to know that something else is waiting for me to do. I shall be ready when it comes.”
They said no more that night as the last “lights-out” bell was ringing and after that, silence in the rooms was the rule.