She screamed, and every one started up.
"What was it?" cried Dorothy, on her feet in an instant.
Tom and Nat jumped up as quickly, Nat with revolver in hand, and Tom grasping the hatchet.
"I certainly saw a light at the end of the hall," whispered Nat to Tom. "Don't alarm the girls—just watch."
"What was it?" asked Dorothy again.
"Oh, I was dreaming," replied Tavia drowsily, "and that heavy old chandelier came right down and hit me in the face."
"Keep your dreams quiet next time," said Nat, attempting to laugh. "You gave us all a start."
"What time is it?" Dorothy inquired.
Tom glanced at his watch.
"Midnight!" he exclaimed. "Would you believe it? We must have all been asleep."