"Come, Mrs.Addix," said he, in a shout; "I've got home, and I guess you'll want to be going yourself." Mrs.Addix moved languidly, and glanced up with a narrow slit of eye, as dull as if she had been drugged.

Harry shook her again, and repeated his announcement that he was home and that she must want to go.

At last he roused her, and she stood up with a dazed expression.
Maria got her bonnet and shawl, and she gazed at them vaguely, as if she were so far removed from the flesh that the garments thereof perplexed her.

Maria put on her bonnet, standing on tiptoe, and Harry threw the shawl over her shoulders.

Then she staggered out of the room with a mumbled good-night.
"Take care of the stairs, and do not fall," Harry said.
He himself held the light for her, until she was safely down, and the outer door had closed after her.
"The fresh air will wake her up," he said, laughing.