“He doesn’t seem to take much stock in Science, dear,” she presently resumed.  “He was simply amazed when I told him you were sleeping—­I thought it best, as long as your work was done, to relieve his anxiety—­and declared that was impossible, unless you had taken a powerful opiate.”

“An opiate is something which mortal mind says produces repose; well, I had taken a large dose of that ‘Peace, be still,’ which, rightly administered, never fails to give the sufferer and the weary rest,” said Katherine, with luminous eyes.

“It was beautiful, Kathie, and, figuratively speaking, I ’put off my shoes from off my feet,’ feeling that the ’place whereon I stood was, indeed, holy ground,’” reverently observed her companion.  “But, tell me, weren’t you afraid when you saw the flames?”

“Yes, for an instant, then I forgot everything but the ’secret place’ and ‘the shadow.’”

“How much those words mean to me now!  And you believe that every statement of that ninety-first psalm can be proved—­made practical?’ gravely inquired Miss Reynolds.

“Every one.”

“Well, I think I am beginning to know it, too; though, as yet, it is like ‘seeing through a glass darkly,’” and a sweet seriousness settled over the woman’s face.  “But,” she went on, arousing herself after a moment, “if you will tell me what to bring you I will now go to your room for some clothes.”

“Really, I am perfectly able to go for them myself,” Katherine began.

“No, indeed; you are going to remain just where you are, at least for the morning,” said her teacher, authoritatively.  “At this hour you would be sure to meet many of the students and become the target for innumerable questions.”

“Well, then, bring my linen suit and my ‘Horace,’ please.  I have to complete an essay on that accomplished and agreeable gentleman ‘as a poet and a wit,’ and I can spend the morning working upon it.”

Miss Reynolds slipped away on her errand, but she no sooner reached the main hall than she was surrounded by a bevy of excited maidens and besieged with a volley of inquiries regarding the accident of the previous night.

Dorothy’s nurse, Alice, had described the scene in the lecture hall to one of the maids, when, of course, the news had spread like wildfire, and it, together with Katherine’s “heroism,” was the one topic of the day.  Sadie had also heard it and was on her way to see her chum when she, too, met the teacher in the hall.

She went back to her room with her, found the things Katherine had designated, and then, as it was nearly time for the class lecture, sent word that she would come to see her after study hours were over.

When Miss Reynolds reached her own door again, she found a maid standing there with a long box in her hands.

“Mrs. Seabrook told me to bring this up to you, marm,” the girl observed; but on entering her room and relieving herself of her armful of clothing, she saw that the package was addressed to “Miss Katherine Minturn.”