A few days after the talk with her mother, Meg resolved to try a social evening with John; so she ordered a nice supper, set the parlor in order, dressed herself prettily, and put the children to bed early, that nothing should interfere with her experiment. But, unfortunately, Demi’s most unconquerable prejudice was against going to bed, and that night he decided to go on a rampage; so poor Meg sung and rocked, told stories and tried every sleep-provoking wile she could devise, but all in vain, the big eyes wouldn’t shut; and long after Daisy had gone to byelow, like the chubby little bunch of good-nature she was, naughty Demi lay staring at the light, with the most discouragingly wide-awake expression of countenance.
“Will Demi lie still like a good boy, while mamma runs down and gives poor papa his tea?” asked Meg, as the hall-door softly closed, and the well-known step went tiptoeing into the dining-room.
“Me has tea!” said Demi, preparing to join in the revel.
“No; but I’ll save you some little cakies for breakfast, if you’ll go bye-by like Daisy. Will you, lovey?”
“Iss!” and Demi shut his eyes tight, as if to catch sleep and hurry the desired day.
Taking advantage of the propitious moment, Meg slipped away, and ran down to greet her husband with a smiling face, and the little blue bow in her hair which was his especial admiration. He saw it at once, and said, with pleased surprise—
“Why, little mother, how gay we are tonight. Do you expect company?”
“Only you, dear.”