'Any way it can't get in here.

Now, Laura, it is two o'clock by my watch.

There is candle enough to last an hour or two, and I will make up the fire again.

Get into bed and _try_ to go to sleep, for honestly I do not think there is any cause for alarm.' "'But Mary, I _can't_ go to sleep unless you come to bed too, and if you don't, I can't believe you think it's nothing,' I said.

So, to soothe me, she gave up her intention of remaining on guard by the fire, and came to bed, and, wonderful to relate, we both went to sleep, and slept soundly till--what o'clock do you think?
"It was _nine_ o'clock when I awoke; Mary was standing by me fully dressed, a bright frosty sun shining into the room, and a tray with a cup of tea and some toast and bacon keeping hot by the fire.
"'Oh, Mary!' I cried, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
"'Are you rested ?' she said.