“How shall we get her back again without waking her? Would you dare lift her?”
“We’ll have to. You can’t sleep without any clothes over you, can you? Come up here, you rascal,” and Cricket lifted the small round ball gently in her arms and laid her, right side up, at the other end of the bed. Baby settled down with a gurgle.
After the girls were in bed, and silence and darkness had reigned for ten minutes, Eunice suddenly remarked:
“Do you know, Cricket, I never realised before how small this cot is. This midget seems to take up all the room. She slips right down into the middle.”
“Sleep on the other side,” murmured Cricket, drowsily.
“I can’t very well sleep on both sides of her at once; I’ll move her along once more.”
Silence again, broken by a sudden grunt from Eunice.
“Ugh! she’s planted her feet whack in my stomach. Cricket, she flops just like a little fish. I never know where she’s going to land next; and she’s a regular windmill with her arms. There she comes, whack, on my nose again.”
“Tell—her—to—stop,” advised Cricket, in far-away tones.
“Much good that would do! Now, you midget, get over on your own side, and stay there;” and Eunice, having lost all fears of awakening her protegé, placed her with much firmness back on the other side.