Together they caroused till a late hour, and then fell into a drunken sleep, which lasted till a late hour in the morning.
About seven o'clock the little girl woke up, and, as is usual with children, wished to be dressed at once.
"Aunt," Bob heard her say, "I want to be dressed."
But no one came at her call.
After a little waiting, she got out of bed and went downstairs, but returned in a minute or two, crying.
Bob called through the partition.
"What's the matter, little girl?"
"There's nobody to dress me. Are you the boy that came yesterday?"
"Yes. Where is the woman that put you to bed?"
"She's downstairs—she and the man. They're lying on the floor. I can't wake them up."