"Hearing the bratiken's prayers, I think."
"I wish you'd hurry her up."
Poppy went out into the hall and stood at the nursery door, which was ajar. Clem's voice could be heard inside arguing with a small, sullen one.
"Say them now, Cinthie—'Gentle Jesus——'"
"No, mummie."
"Yes, darling."
"I want you to sing 'Bye-low Lady.'"
"Not to-night, my dearest" (sound of a kiss); "there isn't time. Daddy's waiting for me to go to the theatre; we'll have longer sings to-morrow night. Say prayers now, Cinthie."
"No, mummie."
"Go on now, darling. Mother'll be cross with you in a minute. 'Gentle Jesus——'"