Two hours later, Mrs. Nipson, walking sedately across the common,
noticed quite a group of students, in the president's yard, looking
up at the Nunnery. She drew nearer. They were admiring Rose's
window, hung with black, and decorated with a photograph of the
deceased senator, suspended in the middle of a wreath of weeping-
willow. Of course she hurried upstairs, and tore down the shawls
and aprons; and, equally of course, Rose had a lecture and a mark;
but, dear me! what good did it do? The next day but one, as Katy
and Clover sat together in silent study hour, their lower drawer was
pushed open very noiselessly and gently, till it came out entirely,
and lay on the floor, and in the aperture thus formed appeared Roses's
saucy face flushed with mischief. She was crawling through from her
own room!

"Such fun!" she whispered; "I never thought of this before! We can
have parties in study hours, and all sorts of things."

"Oh, go back, Rosy!" whispered Clover in agonized entreaty, though
laughing all the time.

"Go back? Not at all! I'm coming in," answered Rose, pulling herself
through a little farther. But at that moment the door opened: there
stood Miss Jane! She had caught the buzz of voices, as she passed in
the hall, and had entered to see what was going on.

Rose, dreadfully frightened, made a rapid movement to withdraw. But the
space was narrow, and she had wedged herself, and could move neither
backward nor forward. She had to submit to being helped through by
Miss Jane, in a series of pulls, while Katy and Clover sat by, not