Violet carefully packed away her telescope and collected her notes and quills and things into her back, filled with satisfaction that the Professor had favorably commented on her last answer. Then she headed groggily for the door. "Good-night..er, morning, Professor Rosland," she said sleepily as she walked out the door. She was kind of excited at the prospect of writing a story for homework, but right now all she could imagine was her bed down in the dungeon dormitories.