she could not. Something was forcing her to awaken—something in the room. It was a sense of light, and a sound—the sound of a crackling, roaring little fire.
“Oh, I am awakening,” she said mournfully. “I can’t help it—I can’t.”
Her eyes opened in spite of herself. And then she actually smiled—for what she saw she had never seen in the attic before, and knew she never should see.
“Oh, I HAVEN’T awakened,” she whispered,
she could not. Something was forcing her to awaken—something in the room. It was a sense of light, and a sound—the sound of a crackling, roaring little fire.
“Oh, I am awakening,” she said mournfully. “I can’t help it—I can’t.”
Her eyes opened in spite of herself. And then she actually smiled—for what she saw she had never seen in the attic before, and knew she never should see.
“Oh, I HAVEN’T awakened,” she whispered,
