What a strong thrill of terror was in every part of her frame! "Dear Fanny! What ails you?
Don't tremble so! You are safe in my arms.

There, love, nothing shall harm you." "Oh, mother! dear mother! is it you ?" half sobbed the not yet fully-awakened girl.
"Yes, love.

You are safe with your mother.

But what have you been dreaming about ?" "Dreaming!" Fanny raised herself from her mother's bosom, and looked at her with a bewildered air.
"Yes, dear--dreaming.

This is your own room, and you are on your own bed.