deeper into the pillow. After a few moments she felt her room-mate shaking her, and when she reluctantly uncovered her tear-stained face she was astonished to hear laughter. “It’s all right, come back to the window quickly,” Katherine was chortling, “it’s—just great.” Oh, the glorious shaft of light that shot across Peggy’s mental horizon! Then they weren’t dead. No one—not even a heartless room-mate could laugh at her if she had really killed them. She dashed her hand across her eyes and went back to peer cautiously down in the moonlight. Each of the singers brandished some tiny thing in the shining white light of the moon, could it be a—flower—a—rose? CONTENTS Peggy caught her breath. They were all singing straight at her window,—and oh, moonlit clouds! and wonder of stars!—to her. “Oh—oh, thank you,” she said softly, over and over, “thank you, thank you. I’m so glad you’re alive,—and I’m glad I am, too.” Fastening the tiny flowers in their buttonholes, the glee-club began to move off. Peggy sat still in the window seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The cool moonlight drifted in around her, and she breathed it in slowly. Katherine came and curled up beside her. “I don’t feel a bit sleepy now, do you,” she said, “and I’m glad we showed we liked the serenade.” Peggy smiled and then she gave one of the forbidden yawns. “Oh, it’s nice to be alive, and to be young, and to be away at school,” she murmured, disregarding Katherine’s observation. “And, just think, to-morrow we have a perfectly good new day to wake up into.” CHAPTER II—BEING A BELLE “To think that one of my young ladies—one of MY young ladies,” the principal repeated impressively, “should have been guilty of such a misdemeanor—” “What’s a misdemeanor?” Peggy whispered in her room-mate’s ear as they sat in chapel and listened to an address that was evidently going to be serious for somebody. “Sh,” said Katherine. “She means us.” “Means us?” demanded Peggy incredulously. “Why, I never did any misdemeanors in my life.”
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