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"And now I _have_ a little boat. " / _Peter Bell._
The children were still sleeping when the first straggling feeble rays of dawn began to creep through the darkness. Diana stood at the door of the van and looked anxiously at the sunrise. Her experienced eye soon saw that it was going to be a fine day, and she gave a sigh of relief. She was still dressed as she had been the night before, for she had not slept, not lain down even -- so great had been her fear of falling asleep -- at all. She had spent all the dark hours in preparing for the flight of the little prisoners -- all that her hands, untrained in such matters as sewing and mending, could do to make the twins appear in decent guise on their return to their own home had been done. And now all was ready. There was nothing to do but to wake them and explain to them what was before them. Tim was already up and off -- for she had arranged with him to meet the children a little way out of the town, and he had tapped at the door of the van as he passed.