But even such mirth must succumb to slumber when the victim is young and impressionable, so, with yawns and titters, Tavia finally quieted down to sleep.
CHAPTER IV
THE APPARITION
It seemed to Dorothy that she had scarcely closed her eyes when she was startled by someone moving about the room. She sat up straight to make sure she was not dreaming, and then she saw a white object standing before the mirror!
A beam of moonlight glimmered directly across the glass, and Dorothy could now see that the figure was Tavia.
Surmising that her companion had merely arisen to get a throat lozenge, for she had been taking them lately, Dorothy did not speak, expecting Tavia to return to her bed directly.
But the girl stood there—so long and so still that Dorothy soon called to her.
“What is the matter, Tavia?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing,” returned the other, without looking around.
“But what are you doing?”
“Making up,” and Dorothy could see her daubing cold cream over her face.