to do so. You had no permission to be up here." "I'm sorry." I said. "I didn't really touch

anything."

She pursed her lips and gazed at me skeptically,

after which she looked into the room as if she would

be able to tell in an instant if I had moved a single

dress or boot.

"There's no reason for you to be on this floor,"

she emphasized. "I thought I heard someone above my room, and thought it might be one of the others," I explained. I knew it couldn't possibly be one of my fellow students, but she made me feel so guilty, her eyes narrowing with cold suspicion. that I thought I had better come up with some other sensible explanation, even though all I was guilty of was

curiosity.

"Isn't it time for your next session?" she asked,

or more like commanded.

"Yes."

"Then you had better get going."

I started out and she went further in. I hesitated

in the doorway. What was she doing? Was she really

checking to see if I had taken anything? How could

anyone keep track of all that was in here anyway?

And why would I take anything from the room? I lingered in the doorway and watched her trace

my steps toward the rear. Then she surprised me by

lifting away the old gowns as I had done and then

testing to see if the door was still locked. Suddenly

she spun around, as if she could feel my eyes on the

back of her neck.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Nothing," I said quickly and hurried away and

down the stairs. Where did that door go? Was

someone singing behind it? Who?

Curiosity was certainly a warm on a hook for

me. I thought. And like the perennial fish, it would

Zet me in trouble. too. I felt sure of that.

After our speech lesson, during which we were

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