lieved in spite of herself.

"I have to consider a little, Beloved," he said, cheerfully, "just to
straighten out my think, which appears to be somewhat mixed.
What--was--I--doing--on a roof?"

Hildegarde held her peace. The child must take his own way, she felt;
she did not dare to cross him.

"I went up--on a roof!" Hugh went on. "I _think_ it was a roof,
Beloved?"

Hildegarde nodded.

"And there--I was Pegasus, you remember; I have been Pegasus a great
deal lately, but I shall not be him for a good while now, because I have
had enough,--I was Pegasus, and I wanted Bellerophon. The Christmas Tree
frightened him away, so I came--somewhere--perhaps here? and I thought
it was a mountain. I thought it was Helicon, and if I climbed up to the
top, Bellerophon would come to me, and we would fly down and kill the
Chimaera, don't you see?"

"I see, dear, of course! And then--?"

"Then I called out to Bellerophon that I was ready, and we would fly.
But--but just as we were going to fly, some strong person took hold of
me, and I looked, and I was on a roof, with Captain Roger holding me.
Where is Captain Roger, Beloved? And where was the roof?"

"The roof was here, dear child! You were walking in your sleep, Hugh.
You climbed up to the upper roof, and--and Captain Roger saw you, and
went after you, and brought you down. That is how you came to be in my
room, Hugh. Now you understand it all, darling, and you will not worry
any more about it."

Hugh looked relieved.

"Now I shall not worry any more about it!" he repeated, with
satisfaction. "It _was_ puzzling me dreadfully, Beloved, and I could not
get straight till I saw how it was, but now I see. My head has been
queer ever since I fell down on the ice; I think Bellerophon got bumped
into it, don't you? But now he is bumped out again, and he may go and
kill the Chimaera himself, for I sha'n't stir a step."

His laughter rang out fresh and joyous; and at the sound Mrs. Grahame
came running in, at first in great anxiety, fearing delirium; but when
she saw the two happy faces, beaming with smiles, and heard Hugh
addressing her in his own quaint fashion, and hoping that she had slept
very well indeed, she could not keep back the tears of joy. Seeing these
tears, Hildegarde must needs weep a little, too; but they were such
tears as did no one any harm, and Hugh said at once, "This is a
sun-shower! And now we shall have a rainbow, and after that some
breakfast."

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