You go to sleep again." "But whatever is it ?" asked Dolly.

"Do you think it's fire ?" "I expect," replied Mrs.X., "that it's Percy.

Very possibly he has stumbled over something in the dark.

Don't you worry, dear; you go to sleep." But so soon as Dolly had dozed off again, Mrs.X., who was a good wife, thought she would steal off softly and see to it that Percy was all right.

So, putting on a dressing-gown and slippers, she crept along the passage and into her own room.