But when the little girls had flown to make a nest with cushions and proclaimed it ready, what further excuse had she? She moved gently across the floor with her burden. But the motion broke the boy’s light sleep and he stirred in her arms and opened half an eye. It fell on Kate.
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“I’m coming,” he said sleepily, “wait for me,” and sank away again—“wait for me,” and struggled back almost to wakefulness.
Miss Bibby sat down on the sofa with him.
“There,” she said soothingly; “hush, go to sleep, love.”
Love of course instantly opened his eyes wide.
“I’m going wiv her,” he said, looking at Kate. “I always go wiv her to the corner.”
“But my little boy was naughty,” murmured Miss Bibby in his ear. “Is he my own little good boy again?”
Max nodded.
“Get the licycle,” he commanded the three little sisters who were looking at him yearningly.
They flew to obey.