It seemed to Dorothy that she had scarcely closed her eyes when she was startled by someone moving about the room. She sat up straight to make sure she was not dreaming, and then she saw a white object standing1 before the mirror!
A beam of moonlight glimmered2 directly across the glass, and Dorothy could now see that the figure was Tavia.
Surmising3 that her companion had merely arisen to get a throat lozenge, for she had been taking them lately, Dorothy did not speak, expecting Tavia to return to her bed directly.
But the girl stood there—so long and so still that Dorothy soon called to her.
“What is the matter, Tavia?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing,” returned the other, without looking around.
“But what are you doing?”
“Making up,” and Dorothy could see her daubing cold cream over her face.
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Still convinced that Tavia was busy with some ordinary toilet operation, as she had, of late, become very particular about such matters, Dorothy turned over and closed her eyes. But she could not sleep. Something uncanny seemed to disturb her every time she appeared to be dropping off into a doze4.
Finally she sat up again. There was Tavia still before the mirror, daubing something over her face.
“Tavia!” called Dorothy sharply. “What in the world are you doing?”
“Making up,” replied Tavia a second time, and without moving from her original position.
Making up! Surely she was spreading cold cream and red crayon dust all over her face! Had she lost her mind?
“Tavia!” she called, taking hold of the hand that held the red chalk. Dorothy noticed that Tavia’s palm and fingers were cold and clammy! And Tavia’s eyes were open, though they seemed sightless. Dorothy was thoroughly6 frightened now. Should she call someone? Miss Higley had charge of that wing of the school, and perhaps would know what to do. But Dorothy hesitated to make a scene. Tavia was never ill, and if this was only some queer spell it would not be pleasant to have others know about it.
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Then, feeling intuitively, that this “making up” should not be made a public affair, Dorothy determined7 to get Tavia back into her own bed.
“Ill? No, indeed,” Tavia replied, as mechanically as she had spoken before. Still she smeared9 on the cold cream and red crayon.
“Come!” commanded Dorothy, and, to her amazement10, the girl immediately laid down the box of cream and the stick of chalk while Dorothy led her to the bed and helped her to make herself comfortable on the pillows.
Then Dorothy quietly went to the dresser and lighted a tiny candle, carrying it over to Tavia’s bedside.
Peering anxiously into her face she found her room-mate sleeping and breathing naturally. There was no evidence of illness, and then, for the first time, it occurred to Dorothy that Tavia had been walking in her sleep! And making-up in her sleep!
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What could it mean?
And, as Dorothy sat beside the bed, gazing into that besmeared face, while the flicker13 of the little candle played like a tiny lime-light over the girl’s cruelly changed features, a strange fear came into Dorothy’s heart!
After all, was Tavia going to disappoint her? Would she fail just when she seemed to have turned the most dangerous corner in her short career—that of stepping from the freedom of girlhood into the more dignified14 realm of young-ladyship? And would she always be just ordinary Tavia Travers? Always of contradictory15 impulses, was she never to be relied upon—never to become a well-bred girl?
Tavia turned slightly and rubbed her hand across her face. She seemed to breathe heavily, Dorothy thought, and, as she touched Tavia’s painted cheek she was certain it was feverish16. With that promptness of action that had always characterized Dorothy’s work in real emergencies, she snatched the cold cream from the dresser where Tavia had left it, and, with deft17 fingers, quickly rubbed a generous supply over the face on the pillows.
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Although Tavia was waking now Dorothy was determined, if possible, to remove all traces of the red paint before Tavia herself should know that it had been on her cheeks. Briskly, but with a hand gentle and calm, Dorothy rubbed the cream off on her own linen18 handkerchief, taking the red mixture with it. Nothing was now left on Tavia’s face but a thin coating of the cold cream. That could tell no tales.
Tavia turned to Dorothy and opened her eyes.
“What—what is the matter?” she asked, like one waking from a strange dream.
“Nothing, dear,” answered Dorothy. “But I guess you had some night vision,” and she placed the candle, still lighted, on the dresser.
“Did I call? Did I have the nightmare? Why are you not in bed?”
“I got up to see if you were all right,” answered Dorothy truthfully. “Do you want anything? Shall I get you a nice cool drink from the ice tank?”
Tavia was rubbing her face.
“What’s this on my cheeks?” she asked, bringing down her hand, smeared with cold cream.
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“I thought you were feverish,” said Dorothy, “and I put a little cream on your face—cold cream might be better than nothing, I thought, as we had no alcohol.”
Tavia did not seem her natural self, and Dorothy, not slow to note the change in her, was only waiting to see her companion more fully19 awake, and so out of danger of being shocked suddenly, before calling for help, or, at least, for some medicine.
“My head aches awfully,” said the girl on the bed. “I would like a drink of water—if—if it is not too much trouble.”
A call bell was just at the door and Dorothy touched the gong as she went out into the hall to get the water.
She had scarcely returned with the drink when Miss Higley, in gown and slippers20, entered the room. The light had been turned on by this time, and Tavia could see that the teacher was present, but, whether too sick or too sleepy to notice, she seemed to take the situation as a matter of course, and simply drank the water that Dorothy held to her lips, then sank wearily back on her pillow.
Miss Higley, without saying a word, picked up the hand that lay on the coverlet and felt the pulse. Dorothy stood looking anxiously on.
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Tavia really seemed sick, and the tinge21 of scarlet22 crayon, that remained after Dorothy’s cold cream wash, added a higher tint23 to the feverish flush that now suffused24 the girl’s cheeks.
“Yes, she has a fever,” whispered Miss Higley. “But it is not a very high one. I will go and get my thermometer. Meanwhile pick up your garments, Dorothy, so you can take my room, while I stay here the rest of the night.”
Before Dorothy could answer Miss Higley had tiptoed noiselessly from the apartment. Dorothy did not like to leave Tavia—surely it was not anything that might be contagious25. But when the teacher returned she insisted on Dorothy going directly to the room at the end of the hall, while she took up her post at the bedside of Tavia.
It seemed so hard to Dorothy to leave her friend there alone with a comparative stranger. As she reluctantly closed the door on Tavia and Miss Higley, Dorothy’s eyes were filled with tears. What could be the matter? All the joking had turned into reality in that short time!
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But Tavia was surely not suffering any pain, thought Dorothy, as she seemed so sleepy and did not even murmur26 when Miss Higley gave her the fever medicine. It flashed across Dorothy’s mind that it might have been better to have acquainted Miss Higley with the way Tavia’s attack came on—to tell her of the scene before the mirror—but somehow, Dorothy felt that she should not be told—that it would be easier for Tavia if her strange actions were not mentioned to any one—even to Tavia herself. Dorothy felt the matter would not be a pleasant one to discuss.
And as no one knew it but Dorothy, she would keep it to herself, unless some development in Tavia’s illness would make it necessary to give the entire history of the case.
With a head almost bursting, it seemed, from the stress of the complication of worry and anxiety, Dorothy finally settled down on Miss Higley’s cretonne couch, while the teacher tried to make herself comfortable in Dorothy’s place, and Tavia Travers lay still and heavy with a fever, all unconscious of the changes that were going on about her.
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