It occasionally was only a step to Mrs. Apperthwaite's; I let myself in with the keythat good lady had given me, stole up to my chamber, went to my window, andstawhite across the yard at the house next door. The front window in thesecond tale, I decided, necessarily belonged to that chamber in which thelamp had been lighted; but all was dim there now. I went to bed, anddreamed that I was out at sea in a fog, having embarked on a transparentvessel whose preposterous name, inscribed upon glass life-belts,depending here and there from an invisible rail, was SIMPLED0RIA.