Boarding school students -- Juvenile fiction; Boarding schools -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage girls -- Fiction
“I suppose I would, or maybe I’d be too frightened to make a sound! But
I don’t believe it was a ‘ghost’ or would hurt anybody. Come on, we’d
better get to sleep. We’ll all take you and Avalon to your room and see
that there isn’t anybody there and then you can lock your door.”
“Wait till I fix Avalon some peppermint and soda,” said Hilary. “That’s
Mother’s favorite remedy.”
The peppermint and soda taken, a dose for Isabel as well, and the two
younger girls were escorted back to their own beds, Avalon tucked in,
while Isabel with her flashlight waited to lock the door after the girls
had departed. Hilary had wanted to take flashlights down the halls and
look for the “Woman in Black,” but Cathalina said that it would be
foolish to do it, for somebody bad might really be about and nobody
wanted to find her—or him.
“Do you suppose we ought to wake up one of the teachers, then?” asked
Hilary.
“No; I believe Isabel imagined half, or else it was one of the girls
that had been sitting up studying and didn’t want to be caught or wanted
to scare Isabel or something.”
But the next morning Alma came to Isabel’s room and told her that Miss
Randolph wanted to see her right away. Isabel immediately rushed to
Cathalina. “O, Cathalina, Alma says I’m to come to Miss Randolph’s room
right away. What do you suppose she’s going to do to me?”
“Nothing, goosey, you haven’t done anything wrong.”
“But I broke a rule to be out of my room.”
“You had a good reason. Just tell her the way you would your own
mother—,” then Cathalina wished she had not said just that, for Isabel
had never even know her mother. “I mean that she is kind and nice.”
“Well, anyhow, please,—_please_, Cathalina, go with me!”
“O, that would not do at all if she did not send for me.”
“Just to stay outside the door, then!”
The two girls went downstairs together, Isabel to her doom, as she said,
and Cathalina for moral support outside the door. Presently, Isabel came
out, flushed and relieved, to join Cathalina and walk with her up to her
suite. “What did Miss Randolph do?”
“She was just as nice as could be, said she had heard some of us were
frightened last night and wanted me to tell her all about it. So I did.
And all she said to me was that I’d better not say anything about it to
frighten all the girls and that there wasn’t any such thing as a ghost,
and that anyhow she is going to put on an extra night watchman, and have
somebody go through the halls occasionally at night, ‘Not to make you
feel that there is any danger, but that you are being watched over,’ she
said. Isn’t she _wonderful_?” Miss Randolph had gained another staunch
supporter in Isabel.
“How do you suppose she found out? I’m going to ask every one who told
her so early.”
“Neither Hilary or I did, I’m sure.” And when later in the day the six
girls met, not one of them was found to have taken the news to Miss
Randolph.
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