Pat did not quite know what these muttered words might mean, nor could
he get Jim to talk to him or sustain his share in the conversation. In
point of fact, the talk grew very broken and disjointed, for the night
air blowing on his face made the child very sleepy, and Jim was never one
to speak by himself. How that night's adventure ended Pat never knew. He
seemed soon to be flying all round the lighthouse on a pair of beautiful
white wings, and trying to coax Jim, who stood on the gallery watching, to
come and fly with him too. But Jim, though he had wings too, did not seem
to have any wish to use them, and only stood still watching his companion,
and refusing to trust himself to the flight to which Pat urged him, and
the child was just trying to make him believe that it would all be right
if he would only believe, when he felt a hand upon his head, and a voice
said in his ear--
"Little son, little son, it is time you were waking, honey. The day has
begun hours ago, and I can't find your clothes anywhere. Where did you put
them when you took them off, Pat?"
Pat opened his eyes to find that he had no beautiful wings after all, and
that he was just in his own bed, covered up very snug and warm, but when
he threw off the bed clothes, there he found himself all dressed in those
very clothes for which his mother had been hunting everywhere.
"Why, whatever does it mean?" cried Eileen, "the child has been walking
in his sleep. Saints preserve us! but if he takes to that in this place
it's never a wink of quiet sleep I will get!"
"Oh, mother, it was not in my sleep!" cried Pat, remembering all the
adventure now. "I was wide awake. I wanted to see the big lamp alight, and
I went up, and Jim let me sit with him, and he wrapped me up in his coat
by-and-by, and took me out on to the gallery. And I suppose I must have
gone to sleep there, and he must have brought me back to bed and wrapped
me up like that. Mother, Jim is a very kind man. He isn't a bit like what
I thought; I'm going to have him for a friend. I think by-and-by he will
like me perhaps. I like him very much. He was very kind last night."
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