Comforted
Betty did not wake before the children's bedtime, and nurse did not disturb her; she trusted that a long night's rest would do her good.
But early the next morning the awakening came, and with it an undefined sense of misery. The little hand was at once put out for Prince's basket.
'Prince, wake up, darling!'
There was no basket! What had happened? Was it all an ugly dream? But where was Prince?
And then Molly woke by feeling a tugging at her bedclothes, and there was Betty, with round frightened eyes, standing over her.
'Molly, Molly, wake up; tell me it is only a dream! Where is Prince?'
Molly sat up, rubbed her eyes, and tried to recover her lost senses; then she looked sorrowfully at her little sister.
'Don't you remember, Betty? You get into bed with me, and I'll tell you again. Nurse told us all about it; and me and Douglas are dreadfully sorry too!'
Betty crept into Molly's bed, with much heart-sinking; the bad dream was truth then, and Prince was dead!