human
Well, she said,
gpt
I am a very miserable girl! said Fanny.
human
To begin with, I am hungry, for I scarcely ate any supper to-night; I did not care for the food provided by the Specialities. Hours and hours have passed by, and I could not go to bed.
gpt
And why not, Fanny? asked Miss Symes.
human
Why did you stay up against the rules? And why do you think of yourself in a moment like the present?
gpt
I am sorry, said Fanny;
human
she added, seeing a look of consternation spread over Miss Symes's face.
gpt
The fact is this, St. Cecilia, I have had the most horrible fright. Those ghastly little creatures the twins--the Vivian twins--brought a most enormous spider into your room, hid it in the center of my bed, and then ran away again. I never saw such a monster! I was afraid to go near the creature at first; and when I did it looked at me--yes, absolutely looked at me! I turned cold with horror. Then, before I could find my voice, it began to run--and towards me! Oh, St. Cecilia, I screamed! I did. Susie and Olive heard me, and came to the rescue. Of course they knew that the spider was Dickie, that horrid reptile those girls brought from Scotland. He has hidden himself somewhere in the room. The twins themselves said that his bite was dangerous, so I am quite afraid to go to bed; I am, really.
human
Come, Fanny, don't talk nonsense! said Miss Symes.
gpt
The poor little twins are to be excused to-night, for they are really beside themselves. I have just left the poor little children, and Martha West is going to spend the night with them. Martha is a splendid creature!
human
I cannot possibly go to bed, Miss Symes.
gpt
But you really must turn in. We don't want to have more illnesses in the house than we can help; so, my dear Fanny, get between the sheets and go to sleep.
human
And you really think that Dickie won't hurt me?
gpt
Of course not; and you surely can take care of yourself. If you are nervous you can keep one of the electric lights on. Now, do go to bed. I am going to change into a warm dressing-gown, for I want to help the nurse in Betty's room.
human
And how is Betty? asked Fanny in a low tone.
gpt
Why is there such a frightful fuss about her? Is she so very ill?
human
Yes, Fanny; your cousin, Betty Vivian, is dangerously ill. No one can quite account for what is wrong; but that her brain is affected there is not the slightest doubt, and the doctor from London says that unless she gets relief soon he fears very much for the result. The child is suffering from a very severe shock, and to-morrow Mrs. Haddo intends to make most urgent inquiries as to the nature of what went wrong. But I needn't talk to you any longer about her now. Go to bed and to sleep.