d'd be ashamed to look him in the face. Huh!"
added another maid.

"Well, why bother with such as him, when we've all this to finish, and
me to go yet to my dormitory to see if all's right with my young
ladies," answered Dawkins and silence fell, till the task was done and
the great room in the perfect order required for the morning.

Then away to her task above hurried good Dawkins and coming to
Dorothy's cubicle found its bed still untouched and its light brightly
burning. The maid stared and gasped. What did this mean? Had harm
befallen her favorite?

Then she smiled at her own fears. Of course, Dorothy was in the room
with little Grace, where the cot once prepared for her still remained
because the child had so begged; in "hopes I'll be sick some more and
Dolly'll come again." So Dawkins turned off the light and hurried to
her reclining chair in the outer hall, where she usually spent the
hours of her watch.

But no sooner had she settled herself there than all her uneasiness
returned. Twisting and turning on her cushions she fretted:

"I don't see what's got into this chair, the night! Seems if I can't
get a comfortable spot in it anywhere. Maybe, it's 'cause I'm extra
tired. Hallowe'en pranks are fun for the time but there's a deal hard
work goes along with 'em. Or any other company fixings, for that
matter. I wonder was the little Grace scared again, by that ridic'lous
goat? Is that why Dorothy went with her? Where'd the beast come from,
anyway? And who invited it to the masquerade? Not the good Bishop,
I'll be bound. Now, what does make me so uneasy! Sure there's nought
wrong with dear little Dixie. How could there be under this safe
roof?"

But the longer Dawkins pondered the matter the more restless she grew;
till, at last, she felt she must satisfy her mind, even at the cost of
disturbing the Lady Principal; and a moment later tapped at her door,
asking softly:

"Are you awake, Miss Muriel? It's Dawkins."

"Yes, Dawkins, come in. I've not been able to sleep yet. I suppose the
evening's care and excitement has tired me too much. What is it you
want? Anything wrong in the dormitory?"

"Well, not to say wrong--or so I hope. I just stepped here to ask is
Miss Dorothy Calvert staying the night?"

"Staying with Grace? No, indeed, the child has been asleep for hours:
perfectly satisfied now that I and so many others have seen the
apparition she had, and so proved her the truthful little creature
she'd