CHAPTER III.
MARTY GETS STARTED.
“O Mamma!” cried Marty, bursting into her mother's room, “may I have—”
Then she stopped suddenly, for she saw her mother was sitting in the rocking-chair with Freddie in her arms, evidently trying to put him to sleep. He looked around when Marty came in so noisily, and Mrs. Ashford said, in a vexed tone,
“O Marty! why do you rush in that way? I have been trying for half an hour to put Freddie to sleep, and have just got him to lay his head down.”
“Now I will lay my head up,” Freddie announced, and sat up with his eyes as wide open as if he never meant to go to sleep in his life.
“I'm so sorry, mamma,” said Marty, “but I didn't know he'd be going to sleep at this time.”