"Go back to bed," ordered Dee with a powerful shake which seemed to the unfortunate victim to loosen her eyes in their sockets.
She crept away but paused at the door to say wistfully and sullenly:
"Just the same, I think you might tell me what didn't happen."
Late the next afternoon Fred Browning came to the house, having called up Constance at noon. Dee came down to him.
"Is everything all right, Dee?" he asked anxiously.
The girl nodded.
"Yes. The family didn't wake up. I'll send Con down right away."
But before Constance arrived, little Pat entered the side room where he was nervously waiting. She looked at him solemnly, entreatingly, hesitatingly, then burst out:
"Mr. Browning, will you tell me something?"