But Vita seemed to want to linger longer. First she looked at one window, then at another. She even plumped a cushion—as if that were necessary to a night’s comfort!
“Where do you sleep, Vita?” asked Nora, drowsily.
“Oh, in a good bed, in the little room by kitchen,” replied the maid.
Nora recalled the maid’s room. It was on the first floor just off the kitchen. So it could not have been Vita who slept in the attic.
“Would Vita get you a nice cold glass of water?” asked the solicitous one, still anxious to please.
“Oh, Vita,” a yawn interrupted, “I am so sleepy——”
“Then I go——”
“Yes, you go. Good night, Vita,” said Nora sweetly, “and I hope I sleep as soundly as I threaten to and as well as you want me to,” finished Nora. “Isn’t that being a very good girl?”
“Very, very good,” said Vita happily. Then she went out quietly and left Nora to her coveted slumber.