I will send your mother into a deep sleep that will last until you are ready to return home.

Just at present she is seated in her chair by the front window, engaged in knitting." The queen paused to raise an arm and wave it slowly to and fro.

Then she added, "Now your good mother is asleep, little Mayre, and instead of worries I promise her pleasant dreams." "Won't someone rob the house while she's asleep ?" asked the child anxiously.
"No, dear.

My charm will protect the house from any intrusion." "That's fine!" exclaimed Trot in delight.
"It's jes' won-erful!" said Cap'n Bill.

"I wish I knew it was so.
Trot's mother has a awful sharp tongue when she's worried." "You may see for yourselves," declared the Queen, and waved her hand again.