Far away she heard a city clock strike twelve; a large star like a mild eye peeped in at the opening of the tent, and the soft plash of the waves seemed calling her to come out.

Aunt Jessie lay fast asleep, with Jamie rolled up like a kitten at her feet, and neither stirred as Rose in her wrapper crept out to see how the world looked at midnight.
She found it very lovely, and sat down on a cracker keg to enjoy it with a heart full of the innocent sentiment of her years.

Fortunately, Dr.
Alec saw her before she had time to catch cold, for coming out to tie back the door-flap of his tent for more air, he beheld the small figure perched in the moonlight.

Having no fear of ghosts, he quietly approached, and, seeing that she was wide awake, said, with a hand on her shining hair, "What is my girl doing here ?" "Having a good time," answered Rose, not at all startled.
"I wonder what she was thinking about with such a sober look." "The story you told of the brave sailor who gave up his place on the raft to the woman, and the last drop of water to the poor baby.

People who make sacrifices are very much loved and admired, aren't they ?" she asked, earnestly.
"If the sacrifice is a true one.