paint brush, and the pot of Brunswick black that Mrs. Viney used for
grates and fenders. They did not manage to do what they wished,
exactly, with the first sheet, so they took another out of the linen
cupboard. It did not occur to them that they were spoiling good
sheets which cost good money. They only knew that they were making
a good--but what they were making comes later.

Bobbie's bed had been moved into Mother's room, and several times in
the night she got up to mend the fire, and to give her mother milk
and soda-water. Mother talked to herself a good deal, but it did
not seem to mean anything. And once she woke up suddenly and called
out: "Mamma, mamma!" and Bobbie knew she was calling for Granny,
and that she had forgotten that it was no use calling, because
Granny was dead.

In the early morning Bobbie heard her name and jumped out of bed and
ran to Mother's bedside.

"Oh--ah, yes--I think I was asleep," said Mother. "My poor little
duck, how tired you'll be--I do hate to give you all this trouble."

"Trouble!" said Bobbie.

"Ah, don't cry, sweet," Mother said; "I shall be all right in a day
or two."

And Bobbie said, "Yes," and tried to smile.

When you are used to ten hours of solid sleep, to get up three or
four times in your sleep-time makes you feel as though you had been