You walked as if you were walking a chalk line.
'Twas the fuss we made, searching for Jim's book last night, that set you off, I suppose." Grandmother and the girls burst in with a hundred questions; but the old Squire said in a matter-of-fact tone: "I used to walk in my sleep myself, when anything had excited me the previous evening.

Sometimes, too, when I was a little ill of a cold." Then the old gentleman went on to relate odd stories of persons who had walked in their sleep and hidden articles, particularly money, and of the efforts that had been made to find the misplaced articles afterwards.

In fact, before we rose from the table he had more than half convinced us that Addison's view of the matter--if it were his view--was the right one.
Miss Emmons said very little and did not afterwards speak of the matter, although Addison, to keep up the illusion, sometimes asked her jocosely whether she had rested well, adding: "I thought I heard you up walking again last night." The incident was thus charitably passed over.

I should not wish to say positively that it was not a case of sleepwalking, but I think every one of us feared that this devoted sister had made herself believe that, since Jim would squander his money in drink, it was right for her to use it for educating her brothers.

She probably supposed that she could draw the money herself.
And what became of the hapless bank book?
It was sent to Jim as he had demanded; and we may suppose that he drew the money and spent it.