The big room was absolutely silent, peopled with ghostly white casts, heads, limbs, entire figures, lighted coldly from a skylight, so that she seemed in a world quite different from the brilliant autumn outside. Calm, quiet, satisfied, in the midst of an extraordinary peace--a peace which had surrounded her all her short years. And which ended forever that day. She heard the footsteps of the teacher coming back along the corridor, more quickly than usual. “Minnie, dear,” she said, “Miss Leland wishes to see you.” This surprised Minnie mildly. With her usual docility she got up, put her charcoal in its little box, and hurried down the corridor, past all the rooms familiar to her for nearly ten years, rooms all empty now, with rows and rows of chairs and desks, with their blackboards and charts and maps, well known to her and more or less dear. She had been graduated from the school a year ago, and was now, of course, beyond all that and superior to it, but she enjoyed coming back for these drawing lessons. She clung to familiar places. Down the stairs, three flights, and to the comfortable little study of the principal. Minnie had no reproof to dread, she was and had always been beyond reproach in everything, a model girl. She tapped on the door and was bidden to enter. As soon as she saw her cousin there, she knew something was wrong. A great dread came over her. She didn’t look at Miss Leland at all. “What is it, Cousin Ella?” she asked, sharply. The forlorn spinster, who had years ago technically replaced their mother, suddenly burst into tears. “My poor child!” she cried, “My poor child!” She had come, trembling with dread and grief, prepared to “break” it to Minnie in a merciful way. But couldn’t endure the sight of the unsuspecting orphan. “Minnie!” she sobbed. “Your poor father----” Minnie had turned very pale. “Hurry up!” she cried. “Is he--dead?” Cousin Ella told her in a confused and broken way. A cable had come to tell of his death from pneumonia in Liverpool, the very day he had landed. “I came to you at _once_” she said. “The very instant I had read it.” That was her duty, of course. News of death must be spread without delay. She had driven off immediately to intercept Minnie, so that she should learn of it at least an hour sooner than if she had come home in the usual way. Minnie was stunned and incredulous. Cousin Ella always got things mixed, anyway. “Let’s see the cable!” she demanded. Cousin Ella answered, with a shade of resentment, that she hadn’t brought it.