She was completely alone, and there was not a sign of any living thing about. When I bent over her I could see that she was still asleep. Her lips were slightly open, and she was not breathing as softly as she usually did. Instead she breathed with long, heavy gasps, as if she was trying to get as much air as possible with at every breath. As I came close, she put up her hand and pulled the collar of her nightdress tight around her. Perhaps even in her sleep, she felt the cold. I put the warm shawl over her, and pulled the edges around her neck. She was not warmly dressed and I was very afraid that the cold night air would harm her.

I did not want to wake her suddenly, so to have my hands free to help her, I fastened the shawl with a big safety pin. But perhaps I was worried and clumsy and pinched or pricked her with the pin, because later when her breathing became quieter, she put her hand to her throat and moaned. When I had Lucy carefully wrapped up I put my shoes on her feet. Then I began very gently to wake her up. At first nothing happened, but gradually her sleep became more and more disturbed. At last, because it was getting very late and I wanted to get her home at once, I shook her hard till finally she opened her eyes and awoke.