I'll do the same." Dalton opened the top drawer.
"Something has been left here," he said.
He held up a large doll with blue eyes and yellow hair.
"As sure as we're living," said Harry, "we're in the room of little Miss Julia Moncrieffe, aged nine, the young lady who sent us the holly.
Evidently they took away all their clothing and lighter articles of furniture, but they forgot the doll.

Put it back, George.

They'll return to Fredericksburg some day and we want her to find it there." "You're right, Harry," said Dalton, as he replaced the doll and closed the drawer.

"You and I ought to be grateful to that little girl whom we may never see." "We won't forget," said Harry, as he undressed rapidly and lay down upon their luxurious bed of blankets and straw.
Neither of them remembered anything until they were dragged into the middle of the room next morning by St.Clair and Langdon.
"Here! here! wake up! wake up!" cried Langdon.

"It's not polite to your hosts to be snoring away when breakfast is almost ready.