She won't let nothin' tech you. An' youse kin jest go to sleep if
youse a mind ter. I'se a-watchin' out."

The invitation was welcome to the tired little youngster, and it was
not long before he had followed Dinah's invitation.

Next, Flossie cuddled up in Mrs. Manily's arms and stopped thinking
for a while.

"It is awfully lonely," whispered Nan, to her mother, "I do wish that
man would come back."

"So do I," agreed the mother. "This is not a very comfortable hotel,
especially as we are all tired out from a day's journey."

"What was that?" asked Bert, as a strange sound, like a howl, was
heard.

"A dog," lightly answered the father.

"I don't think so," said Bert. "Listen!"

"Oh!" cried Flossie, starting up and clinging closer to Mrs. Manily,
"I'm just scared to death!"

"Dinah, I want to go home," cried Freddie. "Take me right straight
home."

"Hush, children, you are safe," insisted their mother. "The stage
driver will be back in a few minutes."