Some girls, about thirteen years old, gathered in a bedroom by one bed, although time to sleep was announced by Miss Blackwood's yells and screams more than fifteen minutes ago.

The children gathered around Elizabeth's bed. The bed where she would sleep for the first time without Dorothy, her best friend.

The blonde girl, unable to sleep, kept herself busy with a thing she used to do most of the time when she felt restless.

She organized some stuff in that bed. There was a ...