Jessie said the next morning. Jessie tickled Violet’s and Benny’s feet. “Stop it, Watch,” Violet mumbled. Still dreaming, she thought she was back in Greenfield where the family dog, Watch, liked to wake up the children one by one. Jessie laughed. “It’s me, not Watch, silly. No wonder you’re both so tired. I heard one of you get up during the night.” Violet finally opened her eyes. She pulled the covers over her head to keep out the light. “That was Benny who got up.” “Did not,” Benny protested. “Did too,” Violet said. Violet sat up on her cot. “Then I guess you were sleepwalking. I heard you.” Benny had no idea what Violet was talking about. “I didn’t get up. But I think I heard somebody, too. Maybe it was Henry.” “It wasn’t me,” Henry said. “I slept like a rock last night.” “We better hurry up and get ready,” Jessie said. “Mr. Bindry will arrive any minute to finish pricing the books. And the painters are coming today.” “Can we go down to the shop right now?”
