human
Jingle! Jingle! This woke Irene, who jumped out of her own bed in the next room, and coming to her, said,
gpt
What do you want?
human
I don't want _you_, was the somewhat ungracious reply.
gpt
I want Jingle or mother.
human
Are you ill? have you a pain anywhere?
gpt
No, but I want Jingle. Oh dear, dear!
human
If nothing is the matter, I think you ought to go to sleep, and not cry; it may frighten your mamma.
gpt
It is so horrid here, said poor little Dorothy;
human
Do you ever try saying hymns to get yourself to sleep? Irene asked.
gpt
If you like I'll repeat one, and then you can say it over when I get back to my own bed.