"This is psychology morning and I'm very shaky on the lesson.

I feel in my bones that I'll be called upon to recite, so please go away, all of you, and don't bother me," she finished with an affectionate smile that did not accord with her blunt words.
"Going, going, gone!" flung back Elfreda over her shoulder as she left the room, followed by Miriam and Anne.
Grace glanced anxiously at the clock, then concentrated her mind anew upon her reading.

The sound of hurried feet on the stairs and through the halls, accompanied by an occasional murmur of voices as the students left Wayne Hall, was borne to her ears as she read and tried to familiarize herself with the main points of the lesson.

Gradually the house settled down to quiet, and Grace, becoming thoroughly interested in her work, lost all track of time.
The sound of a terrific crash, apparently just outside the half-opened door, brought her to her feet in alarm.

"What was that ?" she exclaimed.
Stepping to the door she looked up and down the hall.