same thing, just as some boys call a birdie a handle," any how, in my soliloquy I kept repeating the new word lest I might forget it.
"And you did not go to see if he was in his bed?" was the master's query, for he was always fond of putting everlasting questions.
"No, I turned the other side, and I went off to sleep."
"Then you must have been dreaming."
"Yes I suppose so."
After that they kissed, then the bed creaked again, and she added:
"No, no, you had better go away now, it is almost broad daylight, you came so late."
"Yes, I over slept myself."
Some more kissing took place, then he jumped down, did something to her, but I don't know what, then they kissed again.
"Ta, ta,—on Wednesday next," said he at last.
"Yes," added she, drowsily wallowing on her bed.
The man crept away on tip-toe. He opened the door noiselesly, cast a glance on either side of the passage then sidled out.
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