RED GERANIUMS Wearied by the journey, and the fun of it, Marjorie fell at once into a deep, quiet sleep.

Kitty's sleep was deep, too, but not quiet.

The child tossed around and waved her arms, muttering about a geranium sea, and a little boat on it.
Nurse Nannie puttered about the room for some time, picking up things, and laying out the girls' clothes for the next day.

Then she put out the lights and went away to her own room.
It was, perhaps, ten o'clock when Kitty threw back the bedclothing, and slowly got out of bed.

She was sound asleep, and she walked across the room with a wavering, uncertain motion, but went straight to the French window, which was still part way open.
Kitty had sometimes walked in her sleep before, but it was not really a habit with her, and the family had never thought it necessary to safeguard her.
It was a still, warm night, and when she stepped out on the balcony, there was no breeze or waft of cool air to awaken her.
She paused at the low rail of the little balcony, and murmured, "Oh, the lovely soft red flowers! I will lie down on them!" and over the railing she went, plump down into the geranium bed! As is well known, a fall is not apt to hurt a somnambulist, for the reason that in sleep the muscles are entirely relaxed; but the jar woke Kitty, and she found herself, clad only in her little white nightgown, lying in the midst of the red blossoms.
She did not scream; on the contrary, she felt a strange sense of delight in the odorous flowers and the scent of the warm, soft earth.
But in a moment she realized what had happened, and scrambled up into a sitting posture.
"My gracious! it's Kit!" exclaimed a voice, and from among the group of people on the veranda Cousin Jack ran down to her.