to her. The others followed,
and in a moment Kitty was surrounded by her own people. She flew to her
mother's arms, and Cousin Ethel quickly drew off her own evening wrap
and put it around Kitty.

"How _did_ you happen to fall?" asked her father, who soon saw she was
not hurt, or even badly jarred.

"I was asleep, I guess," Kitty returned; "anyway I dreamed that I wanted
to jump in the red geranium sea,--so I jumped."

"You jumped! out of the window?"

"Yes,--that is, off of the little balcony. You see, I was asleep until I
landed. Then I found out where I was."

Kitty was quite calm about it, and cuddled into the folds of Cousin
Ethel's satin cloak, while she told her story.

"Of course, I shouldn't have jumped if I had been awake," she said; "but
you can't help what you do in your sleep, can you?"

"No," said Uncle Steve; "you weren't a bit to blame, Kitsie, and I'm
thankful you came down so safely. But I think that window must be
fastened before you go to sleep again. One such escapade is enough for
one night."

The other guests on the veranda looked curiously at the group, but Kitty
was protected from view by her own people, and, too, the big cloak hid
all deficiencies of costume.

"Well, we have to get used to these unexpected performances," said Mr.
Maynard, "but I do believe my children are more ingenious than others in
trumping up new games."

"We are," said Kitty, "but usually it's Midget who does the crazy
things. King and I don't cut up jinks much."

"That's so," agreed Uncle Steve. "Last summer Miss Mischief kept us all
in hot water. But this year, Kitsie has been a model of propriety. She
never walks out of second-story windows when she's at our house. I guess
I'd better take her back there."

"Not to-morrow," said Kitty. "Wait till next day, won't you, Uncle
Steve?"

"All right; day after to-morrow, then. But we mustn't stay away from
Grandma longer than that."

"And now I think our adventurous little explorer must go back to her
dreams," said Mrs. Maynard. "Who wants to carry her upstairs?"

As Uncle Steve was the biggest and strongest of the three men, he picked
up the young sleepwalker, and started off with her. Mrs. Maynard
followed, and they soon had Kitty safely in bed again, with the French
window securely fastened against any further expeditions.

The mother sat by the little girl until she went to sleep, and this time
her slumber was untroubled by dreams of geranium seas with