n asleep.

And what did I do now?

That's easy--fell asleep again. There wasn't anything else to do. Not
really asleep this time, you know; just, just asleep enough to be wide
awake to any chance there was in it.

The horses had started, and the carriage was half-way across the street
before the Bishop noticed me.

He was a little Bishop, not big and fat and well-kept like the rig, but
short and lean, with a little white beard and the softest eye--and the
softest heart--and the softest head. Just listen.

"Lord bless me!" he exclaimed, hurriedly putting on his spectacles, and
looking about bewildered.

I was slumbering sweetly in the corner, but I could see between my
lashes that he thought he'd jumped into somebody else's carriage.

The sight of his book and his papers comforted him, though, and before
he could make a resolution, I let the jolting of the carriage, as it
crossed the car-track, throw me gently against him.

"Daddy," I murmured sleepily, letting my head rest on his little, prim
shoulder.

That comforted him, too. Hush your laughing, Tom Dorgan; I mean
calling him "daddy" seemed to kind of take the cuss off the situation.

"My child," he began very gently.

"Oh, daddy," I exclaimed, snuggling down close to him, "you kept me
waiting so long I went to sleep. I thought you'd never come."

He put his arm about my shoulders in a fatherly way. You know, I found
out later the Bishop never had had a daughter. I guess he thought he
had one now. Such a simple, dear old soul! Just the same, Tom Dorgan,
if he had been my father, I'd never be doing stunts with tipsy men's
watches for you; nor if I'd had any father. Now, don't get mad. Think
of the Bishop with his gentle, thin old arm about my shoulders, holding
me for just a second as though I was his daughter! My, think of it!
And me, Nance Olden, with that fat man's watch in my waist and some
girl's beautiful long coat and hat on, all covered with chinchilla!

"There's some mistake, my little girl," he said, shaking me gently to
wake me up, for I was going to sleep again, he feared.

"Oh, I knew you were kept at the office," I interrupted quickly. I
preferred to be farther from the station with that girl's red coat
before I got out. "We've missed our train, anyway, haven't we? After
this, daddy dear, let's not take this route. If we'd go straight
through on the one road, we wouldn't have this drive across town every
time. I was wonder