"No!" with scorn.
"Ain't you 'fraid when it thunders?"
"No," with laughter. "Oh, you silly, silly child!"
"Papa," said Evelyn, solemnly, "ain't you 'fraid of nothing in the world but mama?"
Afraid to breathe, almost, the returned reveller crept quietly into his bedchamber as the gray dawn was breaking. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he cautiously undid his boots. But, with all his care, his wife stirred in bed, and he presently was all too well aware of a pair of sleepy eyes regarding him over the edge of the sheet.
"Why, Tom," yawned the little woman, "how early you are this morning!"
"Yes, my dear," replied Tom, stifling a groan, "I've got to go to Montreal for the firm today."
And replacing his footgear the wretched man dragged his aching limbs out again into the cold and heartless streets.