But Lenny slept soundly until morning.
At his usual time of waking, a little after sunrise, he opened his eyes. At first he stared around himself in utter bewilderment. Then he saw Meg bending over him, and he recognized her face, and he remembered the incidents of the preceding night.
“Why didn’t you, Met?” he inquired, looking reproachfully in her face.
“Why didn’t I do what, my pretty?” smiled the girl.
“Wate me up when Doosa tomed.”
“But Doosa didn’t come, my pretty bird.”
“Doosa didn’t tome?”
“No, pretty.”
“But Doosa say she tome.”
“So she did; but then she said she couldn’t, and now she says she will come to-day.”