"You'll be so much more cosey, dear," coaxed Nell. "It won't take a minute."
Denis put her down. She stood gazing into the fire, her sleepy eyes closing now and then.
"Oh, Nell—why does a person have such a lot of clothes?" as her arms were dragged out of various garments.
"Oh—leave my chimmy on—"
"Need I have my stockin's off?"
In her blue flannel nightgown she knelt in front of a chair and said her prayers. She roused over them.
"I've got a new bit to-night," she said, and gave a curious little shudder. "I'm goin' to pray it to Jesus as well as God."
When she had finished Nell carried her into their bedroom, wrapped in a warmed blanket.
"Good night, Nell." Sheila Pat's arms clung tight.
Three times Nell peeped in that evening, and found her tossing restlessly, wide-eyed.