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I re-open my letter; I have something to add to it.
No sooner did I lay my head on my pillow than I fell asleep. I think I must have slept over an hour when I was awoke by the sound of some one opening my bedroom door. I raised myself in bed, and cried in a loud tone, “Who’s there?”
“Hush! Don’t make a noise. I’ve come to tell you something.”
It was Fanny who spoke, and she was standing at my bedside.
“Are you frightened, Fanny?” I asked. “Shall I light a candle?”
“No,” replied Fanny, “it might wake Mrs. Preedy. I’m not frightened. I’ve been on the look-out.”
I passed my hand over Fanny, and discovered that she was fully dressed; but so that she should not be heard she had taken off her boots.
“On the look-out, Fanny!” I exclaimed. “Why you haven’t been in bed! What is the meaning of it?”
“I’ve been in bed,” said Fanny, “but I didn’t undress, and I didn’t go to sleep. I’ve been listening. He’s in the next house.”