"Wake up, Chloris!" came Damon's voice, sounding more as it had used to sound, before he was so grown-up, and had untoward things happen to him in his sentiments. "I have not been asleep!" she said, sheepishly, "except below my knees." "I won't contradict you, but when I struck a light you were nodding and smiling away to yourself like a little China mandarin. Have you any idea of the time it is? Well, I won't enlighten you. What a crazy thing we have been doing! Come, dear, let me help you up. I hope to Heaven you haven't taken cold. Hello, can't you walk straight? What a brute I am! Take my arm--" And laughing weakly and wearily, they set out staggering across the dim stubble-field that separated them from home. "Dear old Chloris!" Damon murmured, pressing her arm to his side. "Best girl in the universe! You can never think what a comfort it is to have you home again. I feel more like myself. I think that to-night I shall sleep." /$ THE END $/ End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Hundred and Other Stories, by Gertrude Hall Brownell