ned to be _im_patient, Hugh was nevertheless obliged
to shut his eyes and go to sleep. There was no moonlight _that_ night
any way.

But not many nights after there came a great surprise.

Curiously enough Hugh had gone to sleep _that_ night without any thought
of tapestry adventures. He and Jeanne had been very merry indeed; they
had been dressing up, and playing delightful tricks--such as tapping at
the salon door, and on being told to come in, making their appearance
like two very, very old peasants, hobbling along on sticks--Jeanne with
a cap and little knitted shawl of Marcelline's, Hugh with a blouse and
cotton nightcap, so that Jeanne's mother quite jumped at first sight of
the quaint little figures. Then Jeanne dressed up like a fairy, and
pretended to turn Hugh into a guinea-pig, and they got Nibble up into
the nursery, and Hugh hid in a cupboard, and tried to make his voice
sound as if it came from Nibble, and the effect of his ventriloquism was
so comical that the children laughed till they actually rolled on the
floor. And they had hardly got over the laughing--though Marcelline did
her best to make them sit still for half an hour or so before going to
bed--when it was time to say good-night and compose themselves to sleep.

"I shan't be able to go to sleep for ever so long," said Hugh; "I shall
stay awake all the night, I believe."

"Oh no, you won't," said Marcelline, with a smile, as she went off with
the light.

And strange to say, hardly had she shut the door when Hugh did fall
asleep--soundly asleep. He knew no more about who he was, or where he
was, or anything--he just slept as soundly as a little top, without
dreaming or starting in the least, for--dear me, I don't know for how
long!--any way it must have been for several hours, when--in the strange
sudden way in which once or twice before it had happened to him to awake
in this curious tapestry room, he opened his eyes as if startled by an
electric shock, and gazed out before him, as much awake as if he had
never been asleep in his life.

What had awakened him, and what did he see? He could hardly have told
what had awakened him but for what he _now_ saw and heard. A voice, a
very well-known little voice, was speaking to him. "Cheri dear," it
said, "Cheri, I have come for you. And see what I have got for you." And
there before him stood little Jeanne--but Jeanne as he had never seen
her before. She seemed all glistening and shining--her dress