permission, telling
the girls that they might hold their meeting until the great bell rang
for chapel. Prayers were always read at a quarter to ten in the
beautiful chapel belonging to Haddo Court, but only the girls of the
upper school attended in the evening. Fanny would have been in the
highest spirits to-night were it not for the Vivians, were it not for
the consciousness that she was in possession of a secret--a really
terrible secret--which she must not tell to her companions. Yes, she
must break her rule; she must not tell.
She lay down on her bed at last and fell asleep, feeling tired and very
miserable. She was horrified at Betty's conduct with regard to the
little packet, and could not feel a particle of sympathy for the other
girls in the matter.
It was soon after midnight on that same eventful night. The great clock
over the stables had struck twelve, and sweet chimes had come from the
other clock in the little tower of the chapel. The whole house was
wrapped in profound slumber. Even Mrs. Haddo had put away all cares, and
had laid her head on her pillow; even the Rev. Edmund Fairfax and his
wife had put out the lights in their special wing of the Court, and had
gone to sleep.
It was shortly after the clocks had done their midnight work that Betty
Vivian raised herself very slowly and cautiously on her elbow, and
touched Sylvia on her low, white forehead. The little girl started,
opened her eyes, and was about to utter an exclamation when Betty
whispered, "Don't make a sound, silly Sylvia! It's only me--Betty. I
want you to get very wide awake. And now you are wide awake, aren't
you?"
"Yes, oh yes," said Sylvia; "but I don't know where I am. Oh yes, of
course I remember; I am in----"
"You are in prison!" whispered Betty back to her. "Now, lie as still as
a statue while I waken Hester."
Soon the two little sisters were wide awake.
"Now, both of you creep very softly into my bed. We can all squeeze up
together if we try hard."
"Lovely, darlingest Betty!" whispered Sylvia.
"You are nice, Bet!" exclaimed Hester.
"Now I want to speak," said Betty. "You know the packet?"
The two younger girls squeezed Betty's hands by way of answer.
"You know how _she_ spoke to-night?"
Another squeeze of Betty's hands, a squeeze which was almost ferocious
this time.
"Do you think," continued Betty, "that she is going to have her way, and
we are going to give it up to her?"
"Of course not," said
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