The room itself was familiar enough, but night makes almost any chamber eerie, and especially such a room of detention as this where the mortal parts of the unburied might--almost be supposed to be, visited, on the sighing night winds, by the wandering spirits of their late tenants.
Opposite and at some distance across the roofs of lower buildings, the girls saw a tall edifice, the long upper story of which seemed to be a dancing hall.

The windows of that were also open, and through them they heard the scream of the jiggered and tortured violin, and the pump, pump of the oboe, and saw the moving shapes of men and women in quick transition, and heard the prompter's drawl.
"I wonder," said Ruth, "what the girls dancing there would think if they saw us, or knew that there was such a room as this so near them." She did not speak very loud, and, perhaps unconsciously, the girls drew near to each other as they approached the long table in the centre of the room.

A straight object lay upon it, covered with a sheet.

This was doubtless "the new one" of which the janitor spoke.

Ruth advanced, and with a not very steady hand lifted the white covering from the upper part of the figure and turned it down.