“She was asleep all the time!” he insisted. “She was perhaps dreaming about you—and came to you?”
“She did.”
“And did you not see that her eyes were closed?”
“Now I think of it, I did.”
“If you had looked ere you laid her down, you would have seen her asleep on the couch.”
“That would have been terrible!”
“You would only have found that she was no longer in your arms.”
“That would have been worse!”
“It is, perhaps, to think of; but to see it would not have troubled you.”
“Dear father,” I said, “how is it that I am not sleepy? I thought I should go to sleep like the Little Ones the moment I laid my head down!”