"Well, if it is, maybe I'll get money enough to buy a new one," said
Uncle Ezra. "Mind, I'm not saying for sure," he added, cautiously,
"but maybe."
"Why, how you talk!" cried Aunt Samantha. "That carpet ought to
last us until we die! A new carpet! I never heard tell of such a
thing! Never in all my born days! The idea!"
Uncle Ezra chuckled grimly. It was clear that he was acting in a
new role, and he was a surprise, even to himself.
At last Aunt Samantha could stand the suspense no longer. One
night, after a rather restless period, she awakened Uncle Ezra who
had, most unusually, been talking in his sleep.
"Ezra! Ezra! Wake up!" she demanded in a loud whisper, at the same
time vigorously shaking him.
"Eh! What is it? Burglars?" he asked, sitting up in bed.
"No, Ezra. Nothin' like that!"
"Oh, cats, eh? Well, if it's only cats go to sleep. I don't mind
'em."
"No, Ezra, I didn't say cats. But you're talkin' in your sleep.
That is, you were."
"I was?"
"Yes."
"What'd I say?" and he seemed anxious.
"Why you were talkin' a lot about flyin' in the air, and goin' up
to the clouds, and bein' in a race, and winnin' twenty thousand
dollars! Oh, Ezra, if you care for me at all, tell me what mystery
this is!" she pleaded.
"Did I say all that?" he asked, scratching his head.
"Yes, and a lot more! You said something about an airship."
"Humph! Well, that's it!"
"What is?"
"An airship! I might as well tell you, I reckon.
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