“O, pretty well,” said Lucy; “at least, I am better.”
“Do you feel sleepy?”
“No,” said Lucy.
“Is there any thing you want?” asked Miss Anne.
“Why, no,—only,—I should like it,—only I don’t suppose you could very well,—but I should like it if you could hold me a little while,—and rock me.”
“O yes, I can,” said Miss Anne, “just as well as not.”
So Miss Anne took Lucy up from her bed, and wrapped a blanket about her, and sat down in her rocking-chair, to rock her. She rocked her a few minutes, and sang to her, until she thought she was asleep. Then she stopped singing, and she rocked slower and slower, until she gradually ceased.
A moment afterwards, Lucy said, in a mild and gentle voice,
“Miss Anne, is it midnight now?”
“It is about midnight,” said Miss Anne.