"Dearie, would you mind moving the crib to your side of the bed? It is nearer the register."
I moved it, but had a collision with the rug and woke up the child. I dozed off once more, while my wife quieted the sufferer. But in a little while these words came murmuring remotely through the fog of my drowsiness:
"Mortimer, if we only had some goose-grease — will you ring?"
I climbed dreamily out, and stepped on a cat, which responded with a protest and would have got a convincing kick for it if a chair had not got it instead.
"Now, Mortimer, why do you want to turn up the gas and wake up the child again?"
"Because I want to see how much I am hurt, Caroline."
"Well look at the chair, too I have no doubt it is ruined. Poor cat, suppose you had —"
"Now I am not going to suppose anything about the cat. It never would have occurred if Maria had been allowed to remain here and attend to these duties, which are in her line and are not in mine."
"Now Mortimer, I should think you would be ashamed to make a remark like that. It is a pity if you cannot do the few little things I ask of you at such an awful time as this when our child —"
"There, there, I will do anything you want. But I can't raise anybody with this bell. They're all gone to bed. Where is the goose-grease?"
"On the mantel-piece in the nursery. If you'll step there and speak to Maria —"