"'_Let_ 'em?'" Arabella drawled. "Why I'll have to let 'em. I couldn't
stop them, and I don't want to. I'd like to hear them."

"Then stay and hear them!" snapped Patricia, and she rushed out into the
midst of the groups of listeners, and dashed up the stairway before Miss
Fenler could stop her.

What could have been more rude and ill-bred than to leave in such haste,
thereby disturbing those who were enjoying the music?

Arabella's first thought was to follow Patricia lest she be angry, but
she saw Miss Fenler's effort to stay Patricia, and she dared not leave
the room.

Arabella felt as if she were between two desperate people.

She feared Miss Fenler, as did every pupil at Glenmore, and by remaining
where she was, she certainly was not offending her, but she could not
forget Patricia. What a temper she would be in when, after the concert
was over, Arabella, cautiously, would turn the latch, and enter their
chamber!

Patricia was wide awake, and listening, when at last Arabella reached
their door. Softly she tried to open it so carefully that if Patricia
were asleep she might remain so.

Patricia had turned the key in the lock, and she fully enjoyed lying
comfortably on the bed, and listening while on the other side of the
door her chum was turning the knob first one way and then the other.