After that grandfather went to bed. Dilly was wide awake and held her cat, telling her a wonderful tale of a beautiful woman who had been turned into a cat by an ugly witch, and all the adventures she could remember. Judy purred very loudly now and then.
"Don't you want to go to bed?" asked Mrs. Carrick.
"Oh, I'm not a bit sleepy." Then, after a pause, "Will father stay at grandad's?"
"Oh, no. He is with the men at the Fort."
"But grandad took him away."
"Oh, they all want to see him."
"Doesn't he belong to us?"
"Yes, dear. But they always make a time when one comes home from the war."
"What queer things there are in the flames," the child went on. "I think they fight, too. Look at that long blue streak. Just as soon as the little red ones come out, he swallows them up. Then he sits and waits for some more, just as Judy does for a mouse. It's funny!"
"There, I've spun out all my flax. Now let us both come to bed."