“I would soon go and fetch you if you were,” said Master Bogey gallantly. “But show me Jane; if I could even shake my fist at her I should be happier.”
“Will you promise not to do any harm if I take you to the night-nursery?” said she.
He promised, and they went, hand in hand, down the long passage to the room where Josephine, Julia and Jane slept.
They went in on tiptoe. The sisters were sleeping in a row in their little white beds with frilled curtains; they really looked very pretty with their hair lying spread upon the pillows.
“That is Josephine,” said the doll, pointing to the eldest, “and the next is Julia, and the one nearest the door is Jane, my mistress.”
Josephine and Julia were smiling in their sleep, but as they looked, Jane turned over and tossed, grinding her teeth.
“I am afraid she is having a bad dream,” explained the doll.
“Serve her right! I wish she could have two at once!” said Master Bogey.
At last he thought it was time for him to be getting home, and the doll said she would go down with him to the hall. He was very sad, for he did not know when he should see her again; and she was sad, too.
“The very first time they leave the door open I will come back,” said he.