When she came to bed, Sheila Pat was still awake. She sat up.
"Nell, I've been very inceitful!"
"You're going to tell me why you went out?"
"Yes."
Nell sat down on the bed and took her, blankets and all, into her lap.
"Now, sweetheart."
But the Atom was silent. She wriggled restlessly.
"I feel—oh, someone's playin' tunes in my head, Nell! I—won't I ever be sleepy again? My legs hurt, Nell. Is it all those steps?"
"What steps, dear?"
"The monnyment. Are you very s'prised? I went up the monnyment—to—Nell, do you think I've got a cold comin'? My nose feels funny."