CHAPTER XIX
PATSY’S SCHEME
“Bee, wake up! Oh, please wake up!”
Patsy had not only regained her voice, but the use of her arms as well. Hands on Bee’s shoulders, she now shook her companion gently in an effort to waken her.
“What—y-e-s,” Bee mumbled, then opened her eyes.
In the moonlight she could see Patsy quite clearly as her chum sat crouched at her side. Blinking wonderingly up at Patsy, Bee began dimly to realize that something unusual must have happened.
“What is it, Patsy? Are you sick?” she anxiously questioned, sitting up in bed with apprehensive energy.
“No; I’m not sick. I’m scared. I saw it, Bee. I woke up all of a sudden and saw it standing in the middle of the room.”