Alice awoke, and complained of the
cold.
"The window is a little open," said Kathleen. "Shall I shut it?"
Alice made no answer. Kathleen jumped up, shut the window, and fastened
it. She then got back into bed. In the morning Alice called out to her:
"Is your headache better?"
"Had I one?" began Kathleen. Then she blushed; then she laughed; then
she said, "Oh, it's quite well."
Alice gazed steadily at her. It seemed to Kathleen that Alice's eyes
were full of something very terrible.
"Are you coming to school to-day?" asked Alice the next moment.
"Of course. Why do you ask such a strange question?"
"I shouldn't think you would wish to; but there is no accounting for
what some people can live through."
"Alice, what do you mean?"
"What I say."
"Explain yourself."
"No."
"Is there anything very awful going to happen at school?"
"You will find out for yourself when you get there."
"Dear me!" said Kathleen; "you look as if the deluge was coming."
"And so it is," said Alice.
She had finished dressing by now, and she went out of the room. The two
girls went down to breakfast. Alice's face was still full of an awful
suppressed knowledge, which she would not let out to any one; but Mrs.
Tennant was smiling and looking just as usual, and the boys were as
fond of Kathleen as was their wont. She had completely won their
immature masculine hearts, and they invariably sat one on each side of
her at meals, helped her to the best the table contained, and fussed
over her in a way that pleased her young majesty.
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