there would be worse to follow. I should get Lucy into trouble as well as myself. And there was trouble enough in store for all of us already. Better face what there was to face alone, than drag anybody else into the ditch into which I seemed to be continually tumbling.
It was too ridiculous to be afraid to get into bed because that thing with the shining spots was lying on the counterpane. I was sensible enough to be aware of that. Yet I was afraid. Was it alive? If I could only have made sure that it was not, I should not have minded. But it was too dark to see; and I could not touch it.
“Miss Blyth, are you going to get into bed?”
“Well, Miss Ashton, there’s something on my bed, and I don’t know what it is.”
“Something on your bed? What do you mean? What nonsense are you talking?”
“Have you any matches? If you’ll lend me some, I shall be able to see what it is. I can’t get in until I know.”
“Is it a fresh trick you are playing me? I never heard anything so ridiculous. Here are some matches. Be quick; and don’t be sillier than you can help.”
I went and took the box of matches she held out to me. Returning, I lit one and held it over the counterpane. Some of the girls lifted their heads to watch me. Lucy Carr leaned right out of her bed towards mine.
“Whatever is it?” she whispered.
My hand shook so, with the cold, and the state I was in, that it was all I could do to keep it steady enough to prevent the match from going out. I held it lower.
“I believe it’s a frog.”
“A frog!” cried Lucy. She drew herself back with a little shriek.
“It’s—it’s something horrid.”
