"
"That is a fact," said Mother Fisher. "Well, that's my part to see that
they do rest."
"I don't envy you the job," said the old gentleman, drily.
Polly fidgeted and turned on her pillow, knowing Mamsie was right, but
unable to keep from thinking of the many beautiful plans that Jasper
and she had formed for that very morning, till her head spun round and
round. "I can't get to sleep," she said at last.
"Don't try to," said her mother, dropping the heavy wool curtains till
the room was quite dark; "that's the worst thing in the world to do, if
you want to rest. Just lie still and don't try to think of anything."
"But I can't help thinking," said poor Polly, feeling sure that Jasper
was dreadfully disappointed at the upsetting of all the plans.
"Never say you can't help anything, Polly," said her mother, coming
over to the bedside to lay a cool hand on Polly's hot forehead, and
then to drop a kiss there; and somehow the kiss did what all Polly's
trying had failed to accomplish.
"That's good, Mamsie," she said gratefully, and drew a long, restful
breath.
Mother Fisher went out and closed the door softly.
It was just three o'clock that afternoon when Polly woke up.
"Oh, I'm dreadfully ashamed!" she exclaimed when she found it out.
"I've slept almost this whole day!"
Mother Fisher smiled, "And it's the best day's work you've done in one
long while, Polly," she said.
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