before his bed, she looked down on the sleeping Charlie. A smile parted
his lips, and be murmured something unintelligible to Aunt Stanshy. Then
she laid her hand on his head, giving a little start.

"That boy took cold last night, and is a bit feverish. I'll let him lie
here a spell longer."

Saying this, she was about to turn away, when Charlie's eyes opened.

"That you--you, aunty?"

"Yes; why?"

"I thought it was a dream. I had a dream, and thought we gave the
down-townies an awful scare."

"You did? Was that what you were smiling at? I mean just now."

"I guess so. And then I believe we were going to give three cheers."

"Well, do you feel like getting up?"

"Y-e-s."

He rose on his elbows, but sank back again.

"I guess, if you have no objection, aunty, I will lie a little longer."

"I guess you had better, for you took cold last night out in the porch.
Would you like to take your breakfast in bed, and have my little table