To-morrow is Sunday." There was a long pause.

Maggie knew that now was the time when she should say something friendly and affectionate.

She could say nothing.
She stared at her aunt, then at a long mirror that faced her bed, then at the lighted sky.

She felt warmly grateful, eager to show all the world that she would do her best, that she was ready to give herself to this new life with all her soul and strength--she could say nothing.
They waited.
At last her aunt said: "Good-night, dear Maggie." "Good-night, Aunt Elizabeth." She stole away, leaving the candle upon the chest of drawers; the cat followed her, swinging his tail.
Left alone, Maggie felt the whole sweep of her excitement.

She was exhausted, her body felt as though it had been trampled upon, she was so tired that she could scarcely drag her clothes from her, but the exaltation of her spirit was beyond and above all this.