Imagine our feelings when the door opened, and in walked Mr. and Mrs.
McDonald, carrying a candle and a poker. Oh! I thought I should die with
shame. They thought that robbers had broken into the house and were
carrying us off, so they ran with the poker to our rescue. It took them
some time to comprehend the true state of affairs, then Mr. McDonald
disappeared in a twinkling. The girls here came running up to see what was
the matter, and they soon tossed the bed and bed-clothes out of the way,
and got some dry garments for poor shivering me. Beatrice escaped with a
lump on her head as big as an egg. I had no outward bruises to speak of,
but I felt bad enough without any; but the water-pitcher had the handle
broken off, and the bed-clothes and feather-bed had to be dried
out-of-doors for days after. Oh, dear! I did feel so ashamed; such a scrape
I never got into before or since. So take my story to heart, and do not
lose your senses if you do fall out of bed," and Gertrude laughed as she
took up her candle and followed the rest from the room, leaving Dexie and
Elsie to the mercy or comfort of their big feather-bed.
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