"She's asleep yet," Jane said; "she was so restless all night."
"She always sleeps days and is awake all night; didn't you know that before?" queried Emily, in surprise. "Some one ought to have told you."
"It doesn't matter," said Jane serenely. There was never any bravado in her serenity; it was quite sincere.
"That was what made Katie so mad," Emily continued. "She said it gave her her days, to be sure, but, as she couldn't very well sleep, too, all day, she never really had any time herself."
"We'll get along all right," said Jane quietly; "old people have ways, and then they change and have other ways, and the rest must expect to be considerate."
"Mercy on us, I wonder what she'll change to next," said Susan, with feeling. She had just returned from listening at the invalid's door.
"Don't worry, Auntie,—just remember!" Jane's smile was at once bright and also a bit admonitory.
"I'm trying to believe that everything's all right always, too," said Susan to Emily, "but, oh, my!"
They went out on the shady side of the house to where a little table stood, which was made out of a board nailed into a cut-off tree stump. Jane and Emily carried chairs, and Susan brought her darning basket. It was delightfully pleasant. From time to time Jane or her aunt slipped in and listened at the door, but old Mrs. Croft slept on like a baby.
"I do wonder if Katie Croft has really gone for good!" Emily said to Susan, while Jane was absent on one of these errands.