eight
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She 's a heartless thing . Do n't have anything to do with her . '' But all the sunshine had gone out of the day for me now and I cried for hours . I was still crying , silently but bitterly , when , at eight o'clock , we were saying the night prayers , and I saw Alma , who was in the opposite benches , whispering to one of the girls who sat next to her and then looking straight across at me . And at nine o'clock when we went to bed I was crying more than ever , so that after the good-night-bell had been rung and the lights had been put down , Sister Angela , not knowing the cause of my sorrow , stepped up to my bed before going down stairs for her own studies , and whispered : `` You must n't fret for home , Mary . You will soon get used to it . '' But hardly had I been left alone , with the dull pain I could find no ease for , when somebody touched me on the shoulder , and , looking up , I saw a girl in her nightdress standing beside me .