a long time watching the lights on the water and on the further shore; and suddenly she couldn't keep her eyes open a minute longer, it had seemed, and she had gone to bed and fallen right to sleep and slept and slept!
"It was so wonderful lying there and listening to the water lapping against the boat that I tried my best to keep awake. But I couldn't. And then this morning when I awoke there was a beautiful fog and I could hear bells sounding and now and then a great, deep fog-horn on some boat. It was perfect! From my bed I can look out of the windows and see the river, and when the sun came out for a little while, quite early, it was beautiful!"
"Yes, ma'am," agreed Laurie. "For myself, I never cared much for fog-horns, but maybe the kind they have here are different. I'm awfully glad you slept so well, though, and—and like it."
"Like it! Oh, Mr. Laurie, I can never, never thank you enough for finding this beautiful home for me!"
"Oh, that wasn't anything," muttered Laurie.
"Why, Laurie Turner," exclaimed Polly, "it was wonderful! The rest of us might have
