The Little Sleep-walker.—Page 31.
In fact, Willy was fast asleep and dreaming; and all the difference between him and other sleepers was, that he acted out his dreams.
"Queer what ails that child! Must be trouble on the brain, and he ought to be bled," said Dr. Hilton, with the wise roll of the eye he always gave when he talked of diseases.
Nobody answered, for the doctor had said the same thing fifty times before.
Still little Willy kept on rocking and dreaming, as unconscious as a yellow lily swinging on its stem.
Everybody had a story to tell, which everybody else laughed at, while the fire joined in the uproar right merrily. Still Willy slept on.
Presently a glare of light at the windows startled the company.
"Must be a fire somewhere!" said one of the men.