Didn't want 'em; I wanted to be well." After two weary hours, which seemed as long as days almost, poor little Katie was easier, and fell asleep.

Dotty, who had taken several naps in her chair, would now have gone to bed again; but Miss Polly was dressed, and said she could not close her eyes if she tried; she meant to go down stairs to her knitting.

Dotty was afraid to stay alone.

She was always a little timid, and to-night her nerves had been considerably tried.

The lamp cast frightful shadows, and the newly-risen moon shone through the white curtains with ghostly light.