"
"There is such a dreadful noise I can't sleep any more," she replied,
hesitating a moment.
"Suppose--you might help me watch a little while then," he stammered.
"I'll watch if you will rest."
"Certainly;" and he brought her a chair and then reclined near her feet.
"But I meant that you should sleep."
"I only promised to rest."
"But you need sleep if any one does. I've had a good nap and feel much
better. How late is it?"
"Nearly eleven, and time for Clancy's medicine." When he returned he told
her about Clancy.
"Poor fellow!" she said, sympathetically,
"Clancy seems to have trouble on his mind. We all have enough, but he more
than his share."
"I should think you would be worried out of your senses with so many
people to think about and care for. No wonder you can't sleep."
"Thoughts of _people_ do not keep me awake, and I am glad to say my
father's resting quietly. He and your father are born soldiers."
"Your father's to blame for my making a fool of myself at the
supper-table. He spoke so kindly and sympathetically, and I was so tired
and silly that I couldn't stand anything. Then you looked reproachfully at
me because I couldn't eat all you sent--enough to make Uncle Sheba ill."
"Now, Miss Bodine, I didn't look at you reproachfully."
"Who's that snoring over there?"
"Dr. Devoe. My facial muscles must have been shaken out of shape to have
given you so false an impression.
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