Never fear." And, a little inclined to be _im_patient, Hugh was nevertheless obliged to shut his eyes and go to sleep.

There was no moonlight _that_ night any way.
But not many nights after there came a great surprise.
Curiously enough Hugh had gone to sleep _that_ night without any thought of tapestry adventures.

He and Jeanne had been very merry indeed; they had been dressing up, and playing delightful tricks--such as tapping at the salon door, and on being told to come in, making their appearance like two very, very old peasants, hobbling along on sticks--Jeanne with a cap and little knitted shawl of Marcelline's, Hugh with a blouse and cotton nightcap, so that Jeanne's mother quite jumped at first sight of the quaint little figures.

Then Jeanne dressed up like a fairy, and pretended to turn Hugh into a guinea-pig, and they got Nibble up into the nursery, and Hugh hid in a cupboard, and tried to make his voice sound as if it came from Nibble, and the effect of his ventriloquism was so comical that the children laughed till they actually rolled on the floor.

And they had hardly got over the laughing--though Marcelline did her best to make them sit still for half an hour or so before going to bed--when it was time to say good-night and compose themselves to sleep.
"I shan't be able to go to sleep for ever so long," said Hugh; "I shall stay awake all the night, I believe." "Oh no, you won't," said Marcelline, with a smile, as she went off with the light.
And strange to say, hardly had she shut the door when Hugh did fall asleep--soundly asleep.