“So did I,” said Bob, holding her tightly in his arms, for she still seemed hardly able to stand. “And I’ve been down-stairs, where I could walk about without disturbing the others, as I woke and couldn’t sleep again. Poor little mouse! You have been working yourself up into a fidget. There, go back to bed, you little goosie. Walking about in the middle of the night like a little ghost!”
Mrs. Kayll’s door opened, and Madge looked out.
“Is anything wrong?” she asked.
“No,” Bob answered quickly. “How’s baby?”
“Sleeping nicely.”
“There, you hear that, Bess. Now, toddle into bed again, and be quick and do the same.”
He gave her a squeeze and let her go, and Bessie, comforted by the news and the caress, obeyed his orders, not only as to getting into bed, but as to going off at once into a sound and dreamless sleep.