And when the mother went up half an hour later, as she had promised, and tucked them up in their beds, they were so tired that they couldn't keep their eyes open. 'Good-night, you sweet babies,' she said, stooping over each cot in turn, and kissing the sleepy baby in it.
GENTLE JESUS, MEEK AND MILD.
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to Thee,
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild.
Fain I would to Thee be brought,
Dearest Lord, forbid it not;
In the kingdom of Thy grace
Grant a little child a place,
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild.
'Good-night, you sweet mummy,' said the babies faintly.
'We had fun, didn't we?'