“Wake up! wake up!” was the first thing she heard. She raised herself on one elbow, and looked about her.
On the floor lay the fan, and staring up at her from one of the slats was a face.
“Well, I declare!” said Tina.
“Come, wake up! They are waiting for you,” said the child, who now stood by the bed. “They are all down stairs.”
Tina did not have time to say anything, but picked up the fan and followed the child downstairs.
They went into a room full of children; most of them were sitting around the floor, and one seemed to be telling the others a story.
As Tina came in they made room for her.
“Begin the story over again, Daffodil,” said they, “so Eglantine can hear it.”
“My name isn’t Eglantine,” said Tina.
“Oh, yes, it is,” said they. “That’s why you are called Tina.”