Anxious Audrey

Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, The field-mouse has gone to her nest; The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, And the birds and the bees are at rest.
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, The field-mouse has gone to her nest; The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, And the birds and the bees are at rest.
Mr. Carlyle, standing outside the nursery door, stayed a moment until the sweet low voice had reached the end of the verse, then, turning the handle very gently, entered the room on tiptoe.
Faith looked up with a smile, but with a warning finger held out, while in a lower and more crooning voice she began the next verse:
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, The glow-worm is lighting her lamp——
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, The glow-worm is lighting her lamp——
Oh, dear! as two round blue eyes looked up at her, full of sleepy wickedness, She is as wide awake when I began! Baby, you are not a nice little girl and I shan't be able to go on loving you if you don't go to sleep soon.
The blue eyes, wandering from Faith's reproving face, fell on her father, and with a croon of delight a pair of plump dimpled arms was held out pleadingly. Dad! Dad! cooed the baby voice coaxingly, and the arms were not held out in vain.
Faith handed over her heavy, lovable burden with a mingled sigh of relief and hopelessness. This is all wrong, you know, father, with a weary little laugh, a well brought up baby should be sound asleep by this time—but how is one to make her sleep if she absolutely refuses to?
Mr. Carlyle looked down at his little daughter snuggling so happily in his arms. I don't know, dear, he said helplessly. I suppose we aren't very good nurses. Perhaps we are not stern enough. I am sorry I came in just then, she might have gone off if I hadn't, but I wanted to speak to you particularly; there is a great deal I want to discuss. How is your mother? I haven't been in to see her. I saw that her room was dark, so I thought she was probably asleep.