S HE had got up very early in the morning and had worked hard in the garden and she was tired and sleepy, so as soon as Martha had brought her supper and she had eaten it, she was glad to go to bed. As she laid her head on the pillow she murmured to herself:
" I'll go out before breakfast and work with Dickon and then afterward — I believe — I'll go to see him."
She thought it was the middle of the night when she was wakened by such dreadful sounds that she jumped out of bed in an instant. What was it — what was it? The next minute she felt quite sure she knew. Doors were opened and shut and there were hurrying feet in the corridors and some one was crying and screaming at the same time, screaming and crying in a horrible way.
" It's Colin," she said. " He's having one of those tantrums the nurse called hysterics. How awful it sounds."
As she listened to the sobbing screams she did