Here a bed was made up for Mary of the dainty hemstitched sheets and embroidered spread which Cecilia Meredith had once so proudly made for her spare-room , and which still survived Aunt Martha 's uncertain washings . The good nights were said and silence fell over the manse . Una was just falling asleep when she heard a sound in the room just above that made her sit up suddenly . `` Listen , Faith -- Mary 's crying , '' she whispered . Faith replied not , being already asleep . Una slipped out of bed , and made her way in her little white gown down the hall and up the garret stairs . The creaking floor gave ample notice of her coming , and when she reached the corner room all was moonlit silence and the trestle bed showed only a hump in the middle . `` Mary , '' whispered Una . There was no response . Una crept close to the bed and pulled at the spread . `` Mary , I know you are crying . I heard you . Are you lonesome ? '' Mary suddenly appeared to view but said nothing . `` Let me in beside you . I 'm cold , '' said Una shivering in the chilly air , for the little garret window was open and the keen breath of the north shore at night blew in . Mary moved over and Una snuggled down beside her . `` NOW you wo n't be lonesome . We should n't have left you here alone the first night . '' `` I was n't lonesome , '' sniffed Mary .
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