Taking him up, I undressed him, and then, after kissing his lips, brow, and cheeks, laid him in his little bed, and placed the wagon on the pillow beside him.
Even until the late hour at which I retired on that evening, were my feelings oppressed by the incident I have described.

My "May be so," uttered in order to avoid giving the direct answer my child wanted, had occasioned him far more pain than a positive refusal of his request could have done.
"I will be more careful in future," said I, as I lay thinking about the occurrence, "how I create false hopes.

My yea shall be yea, and my nay nay.

Of these cometh not evil." In the morning when I awoke, I found Neddy in possession of his wagon.

He was running with it around the room, as happy as if a tear had never been upon his cheek.