I was awakened later by a noise and movement in the room.

Found the door open; the full moon streaming in, making light like day, and the place full of great big black dogs--well, anyhow there were four or five! They were romping about, seemingly playing.

One jumped on the bed, another rubbed his muzzle on mine! (the bed was low, and I slept outside).
Now I never had anything but love for dogs of any kind, and as--n'est- ce pas ?--love casts out fear, I simply got up, turned them all out, shut the door, and turned in again myself.

Of course my idea was that they were flesh and blood, and I allude to physical fear.
"I slept, but was anew awakened by a ghastly feeling that the blanket was being dragged and creeping off the bed.

I pulled it up again, but anew began the slow movement of descent.
"Rather surprised, I pulled it up afresh and held it, and must have dozed off, as I suppose.