From time to time he cast an admiring amorous glance at the lovely childlike face in the full moonlight.

As he was about to stretch himself on the bed beside her he happened to note that she was dressed as when she came.

That stylish, Sundayish dress was already too much mussed and wrinkled.

He leaned over to wake her with a kiss.

It was then that she started up with a scream.
"Oh--oh--my God!" she exclaimed, passing her hand over her brow and staring at him with crazed, anguished eyes.
"It's jest me," said he.