“I’m sure I haven’t!” cried Girlie indignantly, rubbing her eyes, though, and staring about her rather confusedly. “I’ve been having the most lovely adventure!”

To be sure Dumpsey Deazil was still lying on the domino box and, on looking more closely at Boy’s letter, which Girlie found herself holding in her hand, she saw that the word she had taken to be “Goo” was really “Good,” the d being on the next page, Boy not being at all particular as to how he divided his words; the whole sentence read—“I have found a good many shells.”

Still, Girlie was only half convinced, for were not the fishes in her little Aquarium all apparently saying O-o-o-b, o-o-o-b, just as the Fish with a cold had done, and, outside in the park, could she not see several Crows stalking about under the trees looking as though they might be searching for the Goo which they hoped would turn out to be a large worm?

“Had she been asleep or not?” that was the question; she couldn’t decide at all, but, after a little while, she went up to Ellen, who was arranging the tea-table, and said,—

“Ellen, I’m very sorry that I contradicted you so rudely just now, for—for perhaps I may have been to sleep after all, you know.”

THE END.

UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED, THE GRESHAM PRESS, WOKING AND LONDON.