"It hit me in the face!" He slapped his hands together in a vain attempt to capture the flying intruder.
Lizzie rose.
"I'm going!" she announced.

"I don't know where, but I'm going!" She took a wild step in the direction of the door.

Then the flapping noise was all about her, her nose was bumped by an invisible object and she gave a horrified shriek.
"It's in my hair!" she screamed madly.

"It's in my hair!" The next instant Bailey gave a triumphant cry.
"I've got it! It's a bat!" Lizzie sank to her knees, still moaning, and Bailey carried the cause of the trouble over to the window and threw it out.
But the result of the absurd incident was a further destruction of their morale.

Even Beresford, so far calm with the quiet of the virtuous onlooker, was now pallid in the light of the matches they successively lighted.