Then the gleam of the three candles shone full in her face and she wakened, her eyes blinking in the light.
"Why, what is it?" she cried, starting up in terror and gazing at the three odd figures. "Where am I, and who are you? Who are you, I say?"
"My dear Teddy," said Miss Thomasine, "do not be alarmed! Do you not know us?"
"Why, it's Aunt Tom," said their niece, wonderingly, "and Aunt Dorcas, and Aunt Melissa! You don't know how funny you look! Have you been out to walk?"
"Out to walk!" repeated Miss Dorcas, severely. "Do you know that it is the middle of the night?"
"Is it, really? Then how did I get here? Oh, I remember! Aunt Joanna was ill, and I went on Arthur's wheel, and then I came down here and found Andy Morse. Oh, it has been such an exciting night! I gave him something to eat in the kitchen. I hope you won't mind, but he was so hungry. And he has promised to be good after this."
The three aunts looked at one another and then at Teddy's flushed face. Miss Thomasine felt her pulse and asked to see her tongue.
"You have been dreaming, I suppose. Come up stairs and go to bed, my dear."
"But I didn't dream that, Aunt Tom. Andy Morse was really here, and I gave him some money to go away with. I had some in my bank, you know, so I could do what I liked with it."
"She grows more and more incoherent," said Miss Dorcas.