"Little fly! do you think you are going to have Robbie's face for your dinner?" said she. "No, indeed! I shall sit here, and drive you away. And you can go home and tell your mother there is a great big giant named Susy, sitting by the cradle, and you are afraid to try to eat Robbie's face."
The fly, on hearing this, flew away, and Susy sat so still that all at once she fell over, fast asleep. Then her mamma came softly and tucked a pillow under her head, threw a cradle quilt over her, and left her to enjoy a sweet sleep.
CHAPTER X.
"But Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do."
"Susy, dear, don't you feel well?" asked her mamma, seeing Susy sitting idly on the carpet.
"Yes, mamma, I feel well, but I don't know what to do. I wish you would tell me what to do."
"Well, you may go down and shell peas," said her mamma.
"I don't want to shell peas," said Susy. "I shelled a bushel yesterday."
"Oh! no, not a bushel. Not much more than a cup full," said nurse.