can't see in the daytime. Besides, I am going to sleep."

She lay down and tried to go to sleep. Her clock on the mantel went
"tick-tock, tick-tock." She generally liked to hear it, but to-night it
sounded just as if it said, "I know, I know, I know."

"You don't know, either," said Minnie, opening her eyes wide. "You
weren't there, you old thing! You were upstairs."

Her loud noise awoke the parrot. He took his head from under his wing
and cried out, "Polly did!"

"That's a wicked story, you naughty bird," said Minnie. "You were in
grandma's room; so now!"

Then Minnie tried to go to sleep again. She lay down and counted white
sheep, just as grandma said she did when she couldn't sleep. But there
was a big lump in her throat. "Oh, I wish I hadn't!"

Pretty soon there came a very soft patter of four little feet, and her
pussy jumped upon the bed, kissed Minnie's cheek, and then began to
"pur-r-r-r, pur-r-r." It was very queer, but that, too, sounded as if
pussy said, "I know, I know."

"Yes, you do know, kitty," said Minnie, and then she threw her arms
around kitty's neck and cried bitterly. "And--I guess--I
want--to--see--my--mamma!"

Mamma opened her eyes when she saw the little weeping girl coming, and
then Minnie told her the miserable story.