Her fingers trembled so she could scarcely muster strength to scratch the match when she found it.

Then she glanced across the room and began to laugh hysterically.
"It's all right!" she called.

"Nobody's killed! Mary's just having a nightmare!" By this time Mr.Sherman had opened the door, and the blinding glare of Phil's electric light flashed full in Mary's eyes.

At the same instant Lloyd opened the door on the other side, between the two rooms, and Betty and Mrs.Sherman followed her in.

So when Mary struggled back to wakefulness far enough to sit up and look around in a dazed way, the room seemed full of people and lights and voices, and she tried to ask what had happened.