"If you were as tired of the cars as I am," said Aunt Lucinda "you would
think this journey no dream, but an awful reality, for my head is all in
a whirl yet, and I shall feel no better till I got a good night's sleep."
So swiftly had the time passed away, that, till Aunt Lucinda made this
remark, my mother had failed to notice the lateness of the hour, and,
obeying the hint, she at once offered to conduct her to her room with
an apology for having failed to remember that she must be very much
fatigued. My aunt was very willing to retire, saying she would be bright
enough in the morning, but for to-night she did feel about done out. As
for Charley and I, we had so much to say that sleep was out of the
question, and, after retiring to our room, we sat for a long time at
the open window, enjoying the beautiful moonlight which fell upon the
familiar scenes of Elmwood, and talking of all that had befallen us
during the past year, till Aunt Lucinda called at our door saying, in a
tone which Charley thought decidedly cross, "Do you shut that window
this minnit, boys, and go to bed; here it is nearly midnight, and not a
wink of sleep has there been in this house.
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