“Oh, I’d dropped asleep, Mark, and the lamp burnt out, and the clock woke me up, and then I saw it. Oh, horrid!”
“Be quiet, I tell you. What did you see?”
“That great big pair of boots in the moonlight there.”
“Where?” cried Mark, doubtingly.
“Down there by the blue couch.”
“Stuff! There ain’t no boots—old boots nor any other boots.”
“Ain’t there, Mark? Oh, there was, there was.”
“Bosh! You’ve been dreaming.”
“Have I?” said the girl, after a long stare about the moonlit carpet. “I thought I saw them.” Then, with a quick change: “Wherever have you been?”
“Oh, only to the races with the guv’nor.”