That night Florence hardly slept.  At a very early hour she awoke.  She had prayed her prayer of the night before; she had asked God to help her.  As to not winning the Scholarship, that was absolutely and completely out of the question.  She must win it.  The thought of disgrace was too intolerable; she must, she would win it.  She determined to rise now and test her powers of composition.  It was between five and six in the morning.  She rose very softly, got into her clothes, and stole out of the dormitory.