“For my part they can frizzle themselves, the Oudendykens. Oh, my head—may I lie down on a couch?”
“Certainly.”
“Then I shall go to Henk’s room. There is such a cosy sofa there.”
“There is no fire there.”
“Oh, that does not matter.”
She went up-stairs to Henk’s sitting-room. She lay down on the sofa, and ere long, exhausted as she was with her excitement, sleep overtook her. She was aroused from her slumbers by a heavy step on the landing. Before she was well awake, Henk entered.
“Hullo, sissy, what have you been doing here in the dark? and how cold it is in here!”
“Cold!” she repeated, with a look as that of a somnambulist. “Yes, now I feel it too. I’m shivering—but I have been asleep.”
“Come along down-stairs. Dinner will soon be ready. Betsy said you were going to stay; aren’t you?”
“Yes. Oh, Henk, how terrible that I have been asleep here!”