Gradually and unconsciously she slipped down and back, and presently rested comfortably in the sepulchre of her selection, sound asleep.
"She is right in it," said Dicky, holding up his candle.

"She's a lulu," he added disgustedly, "with her eucalyptus." This was disrespectful, but consider the annoyance of losing a third of our forces against seven million Early Christian ghosts.

We sat down, Dicky and I, with our backs against the tomb of Mrs.Portheris, and when Dicky suggested that I might like him to hold my hand for a little while I made no objection whatever.

We decided that the immediate prospect, though uncomfortable, was not alarming, that we had been wandering about for possibly an hour, judging by the dwindling of Dicky's candle, and that search must be made for us as soon as ever the others went above ground and heard from Brother Demetrius the tale of our abandonment.

I said that if I knew anything about momma's capacity for underground walking, the other party would have gone up long ago, and that search for us was, therefore, in all likelihood, proceeding now, though perhaps it would be wiser, in case we might want them, to burn only one candle at a time.