"Let us go quietly to bed, child, so as not to disturb him." Betty had as little desire to disturb her father as she had to see him; therefore she obeyed her friend's injunction, and went to her room on tip-toe.

The house was very silent as she lit the candles on her bureau.
Outside, the gentle drizzle and the soothing tinkle from the eaves were the only sounds; within, there was but the faint rustle of garments from Mrs.Tanberry's room.

Presently the latter ceased to be heard, and a wooden moan of protest from the four-poster upon which the good lady reposed, announced that she had drawn the curtains and wooed the rulers of Nod.
Although it was one of those nights of which they say, "It is a good night to sleep," Miss Betty was not drowsy.

She had half-unfastened one small sandal, but she tied the ribbons again, and seated herself by the open window.

The ledge and casement framed a dim oblong of thin light from the candles behind her, a lonely lustre, which crossed the veranda to melt shapelessly into darkness on the soggy lawn.