Please do not beg him any more to stay.

Let us play a nice game now and let us enjoy ourselves while he is with us." Uncle Philip soon started the game, and their merry mood returned with the fun.
At the exact time when their mother always called the little ones for bed Lippo cried, "Uncle Philip, we must sing the evening song now and after that Maezli and I must go to bed." This did not suit Maezli at all, however, for she was full of the game just then.

Salo, who was sitting beside her, had been so funny, that it suited her better to stay here than to go to bed, Quickly climbing up the uncle's chair from behind, she put both round arms caressingly about his neck and whispered in his ear, "Oh, darling Uncle Philip, to-day is a feast-day, isn't it?
Can't we stay up a little longer?
The game is such fun and it's so tiresome to go to bed." "Yes, yes, it is a feast-day," the uncle assented; "the little ones can stay up a little longer.

Let us all keep on playing." Maezli joyfully skipped back to her place, and the merriment was resumed.
The game, which was very amusing, was made more so by Uncle Philip's funny remarks.

Nobody had noticed therefore how quiet Maezli had grown.
Salo suddenly remarked, "Oh, look! Maezli is sound asleep.