down, trust me. I leaned far back and lay low. When I did peek
out the window, I saw the man with the brass buttons and the cap
turning to go inside again.

Victory! He had lost the scent. Who would look for Nancy Olden in
the Bishop's carriage?

Now, you know how early I got up yesterday to catch the train
so's Tom and I could come in with the people and be naturally
mingling with them? And you remember the dance the night before?
I hadn't had more than three hours' sleep, and the snug warmth of
that coach was just nuts to me, after the freezing ride into
town. I didn't dare get out for fear of some other man in a cap
and buttons somewhere on the lookout. I knew they couldn't be on
to my hiding-place or they'd have nabbed me before this. After a
bit I didn't want to get out, I was so warm and comfortable--and
elegant. O Tom, you should have seen your Nance in that coat and
in the Bishop's carriage!

First thing I knew, I was dreaming you and I were being married,
and you had brass buttons all over you, and I had the cloak all
right, but it was a wedding-dress, and the chinchilla was a wormy
sort of orange blossoms, and--and I waked when the handle of the
door turned and the Bishop got in.

Asleep? That's what! I'd actually been asleep.

And what did I do now?

That's easy--fell asleep again. There wasn't anything else to do.