She came into the dining-room so quietly, that Aunt Trudy glanced at her in surprise.
"Why Sarah!" she gasped, "What in the world have you done to your face?"
"What's the matter with it?" demanded Sarah hardily.
"It looks skinned," said Shirley critically. "You can't go to school looking like that, can she Hugh?"
Rosemary seemed to understand.
"So that's what you were doing last night!" she said. "I wondered what you were fussing around so for; your light was burning long after I went to bed."
"You've skinned your face, child," insisted Aunt Trudy. "I never saw a worse looking complexion, never. What have you done to yourself?"
Winnie, bringing in the later-comer's oatmeal, took one hasty glance.
"My land, Sarah, have you been walking in your sleep?" she asked in alarm. "You look as though you'd fallen out of a window and landed on your face."
Sarah's eyes filled with tears and two splashed down into her lap. She looked at Doctor Hugh, who nodded to her encouragingly. He had not said a word since her entrance.