That frightened me, although it seemed so strange that a little, light piece of pasteboard could strike with such force.

I tried to lift her, but she grew heavier and heavier.

Then--" "Yes, 'then,'" interposed Miriam, "I awoke in time to save myself from landing on the floor with a thump.

Elfreda mistook me for the registrar.
She was walking in her sleep." "Of course I didn't mean to," apologized Elfreda, "You know that, don't you, Miriam?
I can't help walking in my sleep.

I've done it ever since I was a little girl." "I forgive you, but you must promise not to dream," laughed Miriam.
"Otherwise I am likely to find myself out the window or being dropped gently downstairs while you dream gaily on, regardless of what happens to your long-suffering roommate." As they entered the dining room several girls already seated at the table welcomed them with joyful salutations.