Lizzie put her arm around her friend, and the two girls walked out
into the court-yard, that formed a play-ground for the younger
scholars and a pleasant promenade for the older ones, and then
turned aside upon the brick walk that connected the kitchen and
servants' hall with the main building.

This brick walk, covered overhead by the piazza floor of the second
story of the wing of the building, was securely protected in all
kinds of weather. As Leah and Lizzie turned upon this promenade,
Bertha Levy came skipping up to them with a merry bound, saying:

"Come girls, let's have a game of graces. Helen is willing. Here she
is. What do you say?"

"Excuse me this morning, Bertha," Leah replied. "I do not feel well;
my head aches, and perhaps I can walk it away!"

"Oh! yes, certainly; but you are as solemn as an owl, of late, Leah;
what is the matter with you? Do you contemplate taking the veil? If
so, is it the white or the black veil?"

"Our people never take the veil, Bertha. Do you forget?" replied
Leah reproachfully.

"Forgive me, dear, I meant no harm. But I am in a hurry. Dame
Truxton will have that old bell sounded directly, and my game of
graces not even begun. I wish the old thing was still in its native
ore, and not always ready to call us into trouble;" and so saying,
Bertha skipped away, calling, "Here, Mag Lawton, Mary Pinckney, come