strangely then, Miss Glenn?" asked Agnes, "were you
asleep?"

"I don't know; I cannot tell; don't ask me;" was all they could get from
Miss Glenn, who continued to weep and wring her hands.

Though apparently very poor, Miss Glenn possessed some few rare and
curious things, which she said her father, who had been a sea-captain,
had brought her from other countries, and by means of some of these, she
succeeded in securing the silence of the little girls. Grace and Effie
were easily induced by the remonstrances of Agnes, and partly by pity
for Miss Glenn's evident distress, to promise not to betray her. None of
the occupants of that room felt fit for study that day, except Miss
Glenn. She sat alone, as usual, and studied as perseveringly as ever.
This was only the beginning of a series of nocturnal performances,
continued almost every night, with every morning a repetition of the
same scene of begging and remonstrance with her room-mates, to persuade
them not to betray her to Mrs. Arlington. Sometimes, as Miss Glenn was
quietly leaving her bed, Agnes would wake and follow her, determined to
see what she would do, and to prevent, if possible, her waking the other
girls. At times she would seat herself upon a chest in one corner of the
room, and commence a conversation with some imaginary individual near
her; then she would move silently round the room, and sitting down in
some other part of it, would talk again, as if in conversation with some
lady next her. Then she would open the window very quietly, and look up,
and down, and around, talking all the time in a low tone, but in a much
more lively and animated manner than was usual with her in the day-time.
She would sometimes cross over to the bed where Grace and Effie Wharton
were sleeping, but just as she was about laying her hand on one of them,
Agnes would touch her, and ask her what she meant by wandering about so
night after night, and tell her to come directly back to bed.

"Oh," Miss Glenn would answer quietly, "I have only been talking to the
ladies, and holding a little conversation with the moon and stars--don't
mind me--go to bed--I will come."

But Agnes would answer resolutely,

"No, Miss Glenn, I will not leave you to frighten the girls again; you
must come back to bed with me, and let me hold your hand tightly in
mine." And Miss Glenn would obey immediately.

When the moon was shining brightly into the room, these performances of
Miss Glenn's were on