“Yes; why?”
“I thought it was a dream. I had a dream, and thought we gave the down-townies an awful scare.”
“You did? Was that what you were smiling at? I mean just now.”
“I guess so. And then I believe we were going to give three cheers.”
“Well, do you feel like getting up?”
“Y-e-s.”
He rose on his elbows, but sank back again.
“I guess, if you have no objection, aunty, I will lie a little longer.”
“I guess you had better, for you took cold last night out in the porch. Would you like to take your breakfast in bed, and have my little table that I lend to people who are sick in bed?”
“O, yes.”