In the meantime I grew very sleepy, being worn out by a day of excitement and wonder; and sitting down in a corner of the room, I lopped over on the soft carpet and went to sleep.

The last I heard was the sound of an accordion played by a negro who had been invited in, and the scuff of feet as they danced, with loud and broken speech, much of which was quite blind to me.

Anyhow, I lost myself for a long time, as I felt, when some one shook me gently by the shoulder and woke me up.

I thought I was at home, in my attic bed, and that it was my mother awakening me to go to work in the factory.
"Ma," I said.

"Is that you, ma!" A woman was bending over me, her breasts almost falling from the low-cut red dress she wore.