“Hush! don’t speak so loud. Annabel Lee—” Nancy’s eyes filled with tears—“no girl in the college was so popular.”
“Why do you say was? and why do you cry?”
“I did not know that I cried. Annabel Lee is dead.”
“Oh!”
Priscilla walked into her room, and Nancy went back to Maggie Oliphant.
Chapter Four.
An Eavesdropper.
The students at St. Benet’s were accustomed to unlimited licence in the matter of sitting up at night. At a certain hour the electric lights were put out, but each girl was well supplied with candles, and could sit up and pursue her studies into the small hours, if she willed.