"Yes, I can imagine you landing there, in your nightgown and bare feet! How you must have looked!" "I s'pose I did.

But, somehow, Mops, when I found myself there, it didn't seem queer at all.

I just wanted to float on the red flowers." "Kit, I do believe you're half luny," observed King; "you have the craziest ideas.

But I'm jolly glad you didn't get hurt, you old sleep-trotter!" and the boy pulled his sister's curls to express his deep affection and gratitude for her safety.
Kitty was none the worse for her fall.

The soft loam of the newly made flower bed had received her gently, and not even a bruise had resulted.
But the elders decided that hereafter the exits from Kitty's bedroom must be properly safeguarded at night, as no one could tell when the impulse of sleep-walking might overtake her.
There was plenty to do at Lakewood.