"Don't know me?" There was a titter of nearly noiseless laughter.
"Felt me pressin' your chist, didn't you?"

"Yes. At first I thought I must be stiflin', but----"

"If you want to wake a person 'thout speakin', you press on their
chist. Hit always fetches 'em. Don't you know me yet?"

Ralph murmured a low negative.

"Well, then, I'll tell you I'm----"

A sound of feet striking the floor heavily was heard from one of the
other rooms, and was followed by the voice of Mr. Dopples, calling out:

"Tildy! Oh, Tildy! Where be ye, Tildy?"




CHAPTER III.

Ralph Continues His Journey.

The form at Ralph's bedside grasped his hand again in a warning
pressure.

"Keep quiet," it said. "I'm your Aunt Tildy. I have something to say
to you by and by."