"Go where?"

"To see a wreck."

"O yes! Just wait a minute and let me ask Aunt Stanshy."

He groped his way to his aunt's bedroom.

"Aunt Stanshy, may I go with Will?"

In his eagerness he forgot to mention the object of this midnight
expedition. Aunt Stanshy was not thoroughly awake, for the angel of sleep
visiting Charlie had touched her eyes also. If awake, she might not have
granted the request. The idea went confusedly through her brain that
Charlie wanted to sleep with Will.

"Y-e-s," she murmured, drowsily, and then the angel of sleep had her fully
again under his control. Charlie stole down into Will's room, his clothes
on his arm.

"Now, dress quick as you can. Have you an overcoat?"

"Yes, but it is up in Aunt Stanshy's closet."

"We don't want to disturb her again. Here, you put on the cape of my cloak
and fold it about you."

Charlie was proud to be thus enveloped. Will then completed his dressing,
and looked like a Cape Codder just arrived from a fishing-smack. He took