The intruder stood up in his canoe without disturbing its balance in the least.
Just about this time Tommy Thompson awoke with a little gasp.

She had been dreaming that Buster, in the guise of a pirate, was trying to smother her with a sofa pillow.

Tommy had been skirting the edge of one of the "pleathant nightmareth" she had prophesied for the girls on retiring.

She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes.

Suddenly she uttered a terrified scream.
For the second time that night the Meadow-Brook Girls scrambled from their beds in alarm.
"Tommy, Tommy, what is the matter ?" cried Harriet, springing to the little girl's side.
"I thaw the motht terrible fathe," moaned Tommy.