Corona carried him thus attired off to her bed in triumph--but not to sleep.

Brother Bonaday, lying awake, heard her voice running on and on in a rapid monotone.

Ten o'clock struck, and he could endure the sound no longer.

It seemed to him that she must be rambling in delirium, and slipping on his dressing-gown, he stole to her chamber door.
"Cannot you get to sleep, little maid ?" "Is that you, daddy ?" answered Corona.

"I am so sorry, but Timmy and I have been arguing.