CHAPTER IV.
THE FIRST ATTEMPT.
The next thing of which Winifred was conscious, was the bright sunlight streaming into the room, and her mother’s face bending anxiously over her.
She woke up wide with a smile and a start.
“Mamma! Is it late?”
“No, dearest; but I have brought you some breakfast, before you get up. You may have to stay in bed a little while longer than usual to-day.”
“Why, mamma?”
“I am afraid you may have taken cold. Do you know where I found you last night, when I came up for a last peep? Curled up in the nursery window-seat, fast asleep.”
Winifred began to smile.
“Oh yes, I remember now; but I didn’t mean to go to sleep.”