“Hello! Who is it?”
“It’s me—we’re just going to sleep and want to say good night.”
“Are you really warm and nice? And is Daddy comfortable?”
“Yes, he’s asleep, I think.”
“No, he isn’t,” said Gale. “Give me that phone a minute.”
“Hi, Johnnie, that you?—Yes. You better go, too.—Can’t sleep? Why?—Oh, pshaw! we’re snug as a bug. Go on, now. Say your prayers over twice, and get Zar to sing ‘Brown Cows’ to you! Good night!”
He handed me the transmitter.
“Good night,” I said.
“Good night, dear,” she called, “and God bless you!”
A sweet peace and comfort came upon me.