“What is the matter?” asks the Professor, very gravely, rising from his chair.
“What? What?”
“Yes, what is the matter with you?”
“Nothing.” She presses the boy closer to her breast.
The Professor looks at her for a few minutes steadily.
“Didn’t you know that you had fallen asleep, and—”
“Well?— And—”
“And then you screamed out in your sleep.”
“Did I?”
“You screamed as if you were having a nightmare. Were you dreaming?”