“But I don’t understand,” said Godfrey.
“Why, you don’t mean to say you’ve forgotten all about last night?”
“Last night!” cried the lad, with a start.
“Oh, I had forgotten. No; I was not quite awake. You have been up early to go and get that rope.”
Waller pointed to the big, old easy chair.
“Does seem like it, doesn’t it? There it is, all soaked with dew. I soon got it down, and I have been busy over the bed. You had trampled it terribly, and there were two great bits of ivy snapped off as well and lying there. I’ve made it pretty tidy, and there has been such a heavy due that your footprints on the grass, and those of Joe Hanson, going round the house, are pretty well taken out. They’ll be all right now, I think.”
“Oh, thank you,” cried Godfrey, with a sigh; “but now, I suppose, I must give up all hope of going into the woods with you again.”
“Nonsense! I only want you to wait till it’s sensible to go.”
“Ah!” cried Godfrey. “I like to hear you talk so. Do you know, I was dreaming this morning about what you said the other day.”
“What was that?”