"You can sleep on as comfortably as you like now, my innocent little fool!" she muttered. "Good-night, and good-bye to you."
Hastily donning Bernardine's jacket and hat, the girl stole noiselessly from the room, closing the door softly after her.
So exhausted was Bernardine, she did not awaken until the sunshine, drifting into her face in a flood of golden light, forced the long black lashes to open.
For an instant she was bewildered as she sat up in her chair, looking about the small white room; but in a moment she remembered all that had transpired.
She saw that she was the sole occupant of the apartment, and concluded her room-mate must have gone to breakfast; but simultaneously with this discovery, she saw that her jacket and hat were missing.
She was mystified at first, loath to believe that her companion could have appropriated them, and left the torn and ragged articles she saw hanging in their place.
As she arose from her chair, she discovered that her pocket was hanging inside out, and that the pocket-book was gone!
For an instant she was fairly paralyzed. Then the white lips broke into a scream that brought the matron, who was just passing the door, quickly to her side.
In a hysterical voice, quite as soon as she could command herself to articulate the words, she told the good woman what had happened.
The matron listened attentively.