The moonlight was bright when I came towards home. So bright that, though the front of our part of the Crescent was in shadow, everything could be seen clearly, I threw a glance up at our window, and saw Lucy's head leaning out. I opened my handkerchief and waved it. She did not notice me or make any movement whatever. Just then, the moonlight crept round the building, and the light fell on the window. There was Lucy with her head lying up against the side of the window sill and her eyes shut. She was fast asleep, and seated on the window sill beside her was something that looked like a good-sized bird.

I was afraid she might get a chill, so I ran upstairs. As I came into the room she was moving back to her bed, still fast asleep, and breathing heavily. She was holding her hand to her throat, as though to protect it from the cold. I did not wake her up, but tucked her up warmly in her bed. I have taken care that the door is locked and the window tightly closed. Lucy looks so sweet as she sleeps, but she is paler than usual, and she looks very tired and worried. I fear she is upset about something. I wish I could find out what it is.