“We are going to bed, Miss Palmer,” said Dorothy, opening the door immediately. “It was about the tableaux we were talking.”
“You should have been in bed half an hour ago; I am sorry to be obliged to report you. Let this never happen again. Your room has been in most respects a model room until now.”
Not a girl spoke, and if Miss Palmer had come again fifteen minutes later, she would have found the gas out and the girls in bed.
CHAPTER XIV.
KATE UNDERWOOD’S APOLOGIES.
The scholars noticed that when Miss Ashton came into the hall a few nights after the Friday evening tableaux she looked very grave.
“What’s gone wrong? Who has been making trouble? Look at the girls that belong to the Demosthenic Club! I’m glad I am not a member!”
These, and various other remarks, passed from one to the other, as Miss Ashton walked through the hall to her seat on the platform.