"What's the matter with you, you little monster?" She hissed in my ear.
"I… I fell out of my bed."
"Oh! you fell, you toad"—and catching hold of my hair she shook me violently—"and. how did you manage to fall, pray?"
"I… I don't know, I think I slipped," I answered gasping.
"In your sleep?" said she relenting.
"Yes, I think I was dreaming."
"Oh! you were dreaming poor dear, were you?" added she in a soothing voice, kissing me.
Thereupon she helped me to get back into my bed, she tucked me and then bade me go off to sleep.
I had seen what I wanted, though perhaps not quite as much as I should have liked; of course I could not go off to sleep after that.
For a while they kept very silent, then—after some time—I heard the matron come up to my bed. I did exactly what I had done before. She called me again by my name. I did not vouchsafe any answer. She then went back to her bed.
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