“Well, dear?”
“Can’t I——” The child hesitated, and her face colored.
“Say on, dear.”
“Can’t I sleep with Miss Harper?”
A strongly-uttered negative was on the lip of Mrs. Dainty, when a warning look and gesture from her husband forced her to keep silence.
“Can’t I, mother?” urged the child. “Say yes. Do, mother!”
Madeline was unusually earnest.
“Why do you wish to sleep with Miss Harper?” asked her father.
“Oh, because she is good, and I love her.”
“Don’t you love sister Agnes?”