Mamma. Yes, they were tired, and glad to go to rest. Then there are the doves in the dove-cot. If you were to go out and listen now, you would not hear their soft coo, for they are all asleep. And the white hen is asleep, with her seven little chicks safe under her wings.
Albert. But Keeper is not asleep. I heard him bark just now.
Mamma. No, for it is Keeper's duty to keep watch, and take care of the house.
Albert. Mamma, do you think that poor old woman and little girl are asleep, whom papa met to-day, and who begged for a bit of bread?
Mamma. I cannot tell, my dear boy. Only think, if they are now out in the dark, with cold and tired feet, what thanks they would give to any one for a soft warm bed like yours!
Albert. Must I thank Susan for my nice warm bed?
Mamma. Susan is very kind to you, my love, and you must thank her for all she does for you, and speak kindly to her in return. But it is God who gives you a home, and food to eat, and a bed to rest in. You must thank God for all the good things you have.
Albert. I do thank him, mamma, when I say my little verse. May I say it now?
Mamma. Yes, let me hear it before you kneel down to say your prayer.