"I will sit with Johnny a little while, till his nurse comes back," said Amity, who was considering whether it would be possible for her to teach Johnny to knit again. "It would be 'doing something for the Lord Jesus,' as Mrs. Paget says," she thought.
"Talk to me," said Johnny; "I like to hear you."
"What shall I talk about?" asked Amity.
"Oh, tell me something that happened at your home."
"Well, I will tell that happened: I will tell you how Pug fell into the water."
And so she did, making a long story about the matter.
Johnny listened with great interest for a while, but presently grew sleepy and began to nod.
Amity was just considering what she had better do when Mrs. Franklin came in. Johnny roused up a little.
"Did I go to sleep? That wasn't—wasn't—"
"Polite, you mean," said Mrs. Franklin, as Johnny stammered and tried to think of the word he wanted. "Never mind, my dear: the young lady will excuse you when she knows how little sleep you had last night. You shall lie down on this sofa and have a good nap, and I will sit by you. Poor little man! I am very glad to see him sleep," she added, as Johnny laid his head down and dropped off again. "I am very much obliged to you, Miss—"