"He must be dying—" Rabbit extends the word 'dying' so that it lasts longer. She does this when she wants to be sure she's making her point.

I don't say anything, just watch him. As he passes he glances our way, his eyes are dark. He does not smile.

It's only after that we notice Rose on the ground. She has crumpled and a thin stream of blood has curved its ways from her nose down along the slope of her cheek. When we find her, Rabbit and I just stare; we are too young and too afraid to know what to do. I cannot even scream.

Father Urselle scoops Rose up in his arms and takes her back into the convent where she slowly drains of life. None of the girls in our dorm are allowed to see her although Doll and Moppet claim that they have been able to sneak in when Father Urselle and the other Sisters were not watching.

Rabbit and I are unconvinced, because we too have tried, but have only been met with failure.

I remember one night, later in the summer, when the rest of the girls have gone to sleep that I was standing near the open window weeping. I have learned to make no noise when I do this, so as not to wake the other girls. It's been four long weeks since we've been allowed to see Rose. Sister Agatha, who is in charge of the dorm one floor down has been put in charge of supervising us. She says nothing of Rose, even though that is the only question we ever ask of her.