"Four corners to my bed,
Four Angels round my head;
One to watch and one to pray,
One to keep all fears away"—
"No," she exclaimed fretfully. "'One to keep my soul in bed.' That's what I say. I don't want my poor little soul to go wandering about this beautiful, terrible old house when I'm asleep. Good-night, Goody goody!"
She put up her face as a child might have done, and he bent down and kissed her, as he might have kissed a wilful, naughty child who had just told him she was sorry for something she had done.
"God bless you," he said huskily. "God bless and keep you from any real harm, Bubbles my darling."