"Oh, I's only waitin' till Marster William gets a little used to his room
afore I axes him how he likes it and does he want anything."
Accordingly, not long after, Aunt Katy stole upstairs and opening the door
called out, "Ho, Marster William, does you want anything, and is you got
enough kiver?"
But "Marster William's" senses were too soundly locked in sleep to heed
the faithful creature, and after standing still a moment, she said to
herself, "I'm mighty feared he'll cotch cold."
So back she went to her cabin and from the same "red chist" took a
many-colored patchwork quilt. This she carried to the house and spread
carefully over Mr. Middleton, saying, "He won't be none too comfortable,
and in the mornin' he'll see it, and I'll tell him I done pieced and
quilted it my own self."
The consequence of this extra covering was that Mr. Middleton awoke in the
night with the impression that he was being suffocated in the hot climate
of Calcutta! He did not know that she, to whom he was indebted for his
warm berth, was now sleeping quietly and dreaming "how tickled Marster
William would be when he knew she had lent him her spare sheets and
bedquilt!"