When all was still and darkness reigned, I reviewed the situation with a heavy heart, seeing that I was bound to remain a prisoner in the corner all night, come what might.

I had just congratulated myself on my power of adaptability to circumstances, when I suddenly started with an emphatic "What is that ?" A voice from the corner asked, "Is your bed comfortable ?" "Oh, yes," I replied, "but I thought I felt a mouse run over my head." "Well," said the voice from the corner, "I should not wonder.

I have heard such squeaking from that corner during the past week that I told sister there must be a mouse nest in that bed." A confession she probably would not have made unless half asleep.

This announcement was greeted with suppressed laughter from the floor.

But it was no laughing matter to me.