"Not to-night, my dear," glancing towards Meg, "but I'll doze a bit in this chair. Now, Dickie, shall I put you back in the nice warm bed with Meg, as I promised?"
She rose, and opening the clothes as gently as she could, she put the clean warm little boy close to Meg's side.
Meg instantly felt him, and understood enough, without rousing herself, to say in a soft little tone of endearment—
"Come along, Dickie; you won't mind staying with me?"
"No; I'll stay along of mo'ver-Meg," said Dickie; and as he said it, he put his thin little arms about her neck and kissed her. Then without another word they both sank into dreamless slumber.
