But Teddy kept on calling:
“I have him! Oh, I have Skyrocket! My dog has come back!”
“Teddy, be quiet! Wake up. You have the nightmare!” said his father, and, getting up, Mr. Martin hurried into the room of his little son.
Turning on the light, for there were electric lamps at Sunnyside, Mr. Martin saw Teddy sitting up on his cot. There was a strange look on the little boy’s face.
“Where did he go?” he asked his father, in sleepy tones.
“Where did who go?” Mr. Martin asked, while Uncle Ben, from his room, called to know if anything was wrong.
“Only Teddy talking in his sleep,” answered Mr. Martin. “I guess he was dreaming he was at the Gypsy camp and had found Skyrocket; weren’t you?” he asked the little boy.
“I did find Skyrocket,” was the answer. “Skyrocket was right here. I felt his soft fur. He was right in bed with me. Oh, where did he go?”
Teddy spoke so loudly, and seemed so much in earnest that his mother came in and tried to quiet him.
“You’ll wake Trouble up,” she said; “and you know how hard it is to get him to sleep again. And you have already awakened all of us. It’s all right, Tom and Lola!” she called to the visitors. “It was just Teddy talking in his sleep. He thought he had Skyrocket.”