"But suppose I put her to bed, and she remembers what passed between us to-night, shan't I lose my hold on her? Won't she expect to disobey me again?"
"I hardly think this baby-memory will recall to-night's scenes in a definite way. If it does we will devise some way in which to preserve its faith in you. Come, shall I put the little thing to bed? I haven't threatened it, you know."
"Oh, dear, I wish Fred was here. Fred is so particular about having Kitty obedient. He says it is indispensable."
"I am glad to hear it, and glad to know that you two are united in your plans for the child. And now, suppose as you are a little confused as to your duty, we kneel down and get counsel from One who knows how to set you right."
A few simple words followed, and as they rose, the young mother threw her arms around Mrs. Grey's neck, and kissed her.
"How I love you!" she said. "Fred said I should if I stayed long enough to know you. I'm glad I stayed."
And here baby woke up, rubbed her eyes, and smiled.
"Me rested now; me say p'ayer now," she said. "Me was bely tired."
"I thought this was how it would end," said Mrs. Grey. "The little creature was all tired out, not naughty. I am afraid you and I should not like to have our arms slapped when we were too tired to pray."