"What has happened, Riley?" Eleanor cried, anxiously.
"It looks as if a vacuum-cleaner had been at work," volunteered Allen.
The old man's emotions were so strong that he could scarcely speak.
"What has happened?" again demanded Eleanor.
"Miss Pat," was all that Riley could articulate.
"But where is she—has she been hurt?"
"No, ma'am; but she done it. She's under th' bed in ye'er room."
The entire party rushed to the bedroom, not knowing what they might find. Mrs. Gorham knelt on the floor and raised the counterpane. There lay the Disinherited Knight, fast asleep, exhausted from her first jousting victories.
"Pat!" cried Eleanor, "are you all right?"
"Hello, mamma Eleanor," she answered, sweetly; "is Riley after you, too?"