Let me see--who _is_ there that's awake all night?
There's the cat: I think she is, but then she wouldn't know when to wake me, and even if I could teach her to wake me the moment Agnes cried, I don't think she would be a nice one to do it; for if I didn't come awake with a pat of her velvety pin-cushions, she might turn out the points of the pins in them, and scratch me awake.

There's the clock; it's always awake; but it can't tell you the time till you go and ask it.

I think it might be made to wind up a string that should pull me when the right time came; but I don't think I could teach it.

And when it came to the pull, the pull might stop the clock, and what would papa say then?
They tell me the owls are up all night, but they're no good, I'm certain.

I don't see what I _am_ to do.