"No," I said, "an angel's. Fairies are more merry looking than she is. She has such a kind, sorry look—that's why I think her face is like an angel's."
Tom gave a great sigh.
"What's the matter, Tom?" I said.
"I don't know. I think I've got a headache," said Tom.
"But aren't you glad Miss Goldy-hair's coming to fetch us?" I said in my turn.
"Kite early," said Racey.
"Yes, quite early. She promised," I said. "Aren't you glad, Tom?"
"Yes," said Tom, "but I'm sleepy."
I began to be afraid that he was not quite well. Perhaps it was with being so frightened and crying so the night before. I made Racey be quite still, and I didn't speak any more, and in a little I heard by Tom's breathing that he had gone to sleep again. He was still asleep when Sarah came up-stairs to dress us, and I was rather glad, for there were several things I wanted to ask her. Mrs. Partridge had come back, she told me, but much later than she had expected, for she had missed her train and got her best bonnet spoilt walking to the station, and she was very cross.
"But she doesn't know anything about us being out last night?" I said to Sarah.