They had apples and cream for supper.
When the clock struck eight Grandmamma lighted a candle and went upstairs with Rose to put her to bed.
Grandpapa said, “Good-night, dear Rosy Posy.”
Rose lay still as a mouse, and soon she was fast asleep.
In the morning when Rose opened her eyes the sun was shining in at the window. There was a big fly buzzing about trying to warm himself in the sunlight. Rose liked to watch him.
And then a funny voice cried out: “Get up, Rosy Posy.”
It was Poll. Grandpapa had taught her to say it.