I guess I'd better take her back there." "Not to-morrow," said Kitty.

"Wait till next day, won't you, Uncle Steve ?" "All right; day after to-morrow, then.

But we mustn't stay away from Grandma longer than that." "And now I think our adventurous little explorer must go back to her dreams," said Mrs.Maynard.

"Who wants to carry her upstairs ?" As Uncle Steve was the biggest and strongest of the three men, he picked up the young sleepwalker, and started off with her.

Mrs.Maynard followed, and they soon had Kitty safely in bed again, with the French window securely fastened against any further expeditions.
The mother sat by the little girl until she went to sleep, and this time her slumber was untroubled by dreams of geranium seas with fairy boats on them.
Next morning, Marjorie was greatly interested in Kitty's story.
"Oh, Kit," she exclaimed, "I wish I had seen you step off! Though, of course, if I _had_ seen you, you wouldn't have done it! For I should have waked you up.