“Fine, fine!”
We had further music of the same sort and with one record the older daughter, Kate, broke into the song with a full, strong though uncultivated voice—which pleased us all very much indeed.
Presently Mrs. Stanley, who was sitting under the lamp with a basket of socks to mend, began to nod.
“Mother's giving the signal,” said the older son.
“No, no, I'm not a bit sleepy,” exclaimed Mrs. Stanley.
But with further joking and laughing the family began to move about. The older daughter gave me a hand lamp and showed me the way upstairs to a little room at the end of the house.
“I think,” she said with pleasant dignity, “you will find everything you need.”
I cannot tell with what solid pleasure I rolled into bed or how soundly and sweetly I slept.
This was the first day of my real adventures.