She rattled the handle impatiently and called:
"Faith!"
There was no answer, and she rapped on the panel, a vague feeling of surprise in her heart.
"Faith! It's only me—let me in."
There was an answer then.
"I've gone to bed—I'm tired."
"Tired!" Peg echoed the word with disdainful incredulity. She did not see how Faith could be tired after a day of such ease. She herself was as fresh and wide awake as a lark.
"You can't be tired," she said emphatically, and rattled the handle once more. "Faith, let me come in. Does your head ache?"
"Of course not, but I want to go to sleep. Good-night."
There was such finality in the voice that the colour rose to Peg's handsome face. It was the first time she had ever been shut out from Faith's confidence, and she searched her mind wildly for some reason that would explain things.