human
Well, are you two people crazy, or are you walking in your sleep? I could feel Ev'leen Ann stiffen in my arms, and I nearly stepped back from her in astonished admiration as I heard her snatch at the straw thus offered, and still shuddering horribly from head to foot, force herself to say quite connectedly:
gpt
Why--yes--of course--I've always heard about my grandfather Parkman's walking in his sleep. Folks _said_ 'twould come out in the family some time.
human
Oh, did I wake you up? she said.
gpt
I didn't mean to. That little Harris boy is here with a letter for you.
human
The little Harris boy? I said, sitting up in bed.
gpt
What in the world is he bringing me a letter for? Ev'leen Ann, with her usual clear perception of the superfluous in conversation, vouchsafed no opinion on a matter where she had no information, but went downstairs and brought back the note. It was of four lines, and--surprisingly enough--from old Mrs. Purdon, who asked me abruptly if I would have my husband take me to see her. She specified, and underlined the specification, that I was to come