I seized my pillow and threw it with all
my might, and there was a loud crash and a roar, and then began that
drip, drip, drip,--oh-h-h!"
"You silly thing," said Miss Alien. "Of course there was a crash. You
knocked the chimney off your lamp,--that made a crash all right. And
the lamp upset, and it is the kerosene drip, dripping from the table to
the floor. Girls who must have kerosene lamps to heat their curlers
must look for trouble."
"The white shadow--" protested the girl.
"Moonshine, of course. Look." Miss Alien pulled the girl to her feet.
"The whole mesa is in white shadow. Run around to the tents, girls,"
she said to her assistants, "and tell them Miss Tucker had a bad
dream,--nothing wrong. We will have a dozen bed patients from this
night's foolishness."
Miss Tucker refused to be left alone and a nurse was detailed to spend
the night with her.
When the nurses on their rounds reached Miss Landbury's room in the
McCormick Building, they had another fright. The room was empty. The
bed was cold,--had not been occupied for hours, likely. They rushed to
the head nurse, and a wild search was instituted.
The Dukes' room, Number Six, McCormick, was wrapped in darkness.
"Don't go near them," Miss Alien said.
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