“Mamsie, she doesn’t say ‘Now-I-lay-me-down-to-seep,’” said Barby, trying to open wide her eyes.
“Come, dears.”
“What do you say?” cried Elyot, pulling the bedspread, “say?”
“Elyot!” said his mother. He took one look at her face, and then scuttled off, picking up the nightgown to facilitate progress.
So Polly went off, her baby on her arm. Barby, whose eyes drooped at every step, dropped the black doll out of her sleepy hand; Katrina picked it up, and helped the boys along.
Just then Phronsie came in with a pleased expression on her face to see how cheery everything was.
“Your aunt has gone,” she said; “but she is coming out to-morrow to see how you are.”
So Polly went off, her baby on her arm.
Grace achieved a sitting posture, impossible as it had seemed before. “Oh, dear Mrs. King!” she screamed, “now I know she will write to mamma this evening.”