"I'll watch if you will rest."
"Certainly;" and he brought her a chair and then reclined near her feet.
"But I meant that you should sleep."
"I only promised to rest."
"But you need sleep if any one does. I've had a good nap and feel much better. How late is it?"
"Nearly eleven, and time for Clancy's medicine." When he returned he told her about Clancy.
"Poor fellow!" she said, sympathetically,
"Clancy seems to have trouble on his mind. We all have enough, but he more than his share."
"I should think you would be worried out of your senses with so many people to think about and care for. No wonder you can't sleep."
"Thoughts of people do not keep me awake, and I am glad to say my father's resting quietly. He and your father are born soldiers."