Look, here is a great rent in Walter's coat, which I must
mend, or he won't be fit to be seen to-morrow."
"What shall we have for dinner to-morrow, Rose? What made you eat so
much supper to-night?"
"I'll tell you what, Lucy, I am not going to talk to you, or you will
lie awake all night, and that will be very bad for you. I shall put
my candle out of your sight, and say some Psalms, but I cannot talk."
So Rose began, and, wakeful as Lucy was, she found the low sweet
tones lulled her a little. But she did not like this; she had a
perverse intention of staying awake till Rose got into bed, so
instead of attending to the holy words, she pinched herself, and
pulled herself, and kept her eyes staring open, gazing at the
flickering shadows cast by the dim home-made rush candle.
She went to sleep for a moment, then started into wakefulness again;
Rose had ceased to repeat her Psalms aloud, but was still at her
needlework; another doze, another waking. There was some hope of
Rose now, for she was kneeling down to say her prayers. Lucy thought
they lasted very long, and at her next waking she was just in time to
hear the latch of the door closing, and find herself left in
darkness. Rose was not in bed, did not answer when she called. Oh,
she must be gone to take Walter's coat back to his room.
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