62 THE CHERRY-STONES.

“Do you hear me, sir?” said Dr. Young,
in a louder tone, shaking him by the
arm, as he spoke. |

“Off, Juno, off; you will crush me!”
again exclaimed the sleeper ; and, as he
uttered these words, he opened his eyes,
and fixed them in silent astonishment on
the figure of the Doctor, standing by his
bed-side. .

“Well, Harry,” said Dr. Young; who
could not forbear smiling at the dismay ¢X
pressed on the boy’s countenance , “what
did you take me for?”

“JT beg your pardon, Sir,” stam-
mered Harry, only halfawake; ‘I be-
lieve I had a disagreeable dream, that
Juno was sitting on MY breast, and sti-
fling me with her paws.”

“Ah, a nightmare,” said Dr. Young.
“You are not well, Mertoun; you must