At last she sprang out of bed and in a minute was at Nell's bed-room door.
Nell was awakened out of a sound sleep by the opening of her door.
"Don't be frightened, Nell; I'm not a burglar--only Reine." "What's the matter ?" said Nell, rubbing her eyes.

"Have you got the toothache ?" "I never had toothache.

I want to know something." "I often want to know things," said Nell, now sitting bolt upright in her little bed; "I'm sometimes _dying_ of curiosity.

But it never routed me out of my sleep in the middle of the night." "It's about Hetty," said Reine, sitting on the floor in a faint streak of moonlight, and looking like a spirit--if spirits have curly hair.
"You've gone Hetty-mad!" said Nell; "wouldn't Hetty keep till morning?
We're not going to transport her or lock her up.

You will have all next week to sit looking at her." "Where did you get her ?" asked Reine.