It thrilled her as no song had ever done before.
As it floated into the library, it thrilled Mary also, but in a different way; for with a guilty start she realized that she had been listening to something not meant for her to hear.
"Oh, what have I done! What have I done!" she whispered to herself, dropping the book and noiselessly wringing her hands.

She could hear voices on the stairs now.

Eugenia and Betty were coming down, and Rob's whistle down the avenue told that he was on his way to join them.

Too ashamed to face any one just then, and afraid that her guilty face would betray the fact to Phil and Lloyd that she shared their secret, she hurried out of the library and up to her room, where Joyce was rearranging her hair.

In response to Joyce's question about her coming up so early in the evening, she said she had thought of something she wanted to write in her journal.