I don't like this kind of a house pahty!" "Nevah mine, honey," said Mom Beck.

"It'll not be as bad as you think.
The measles is done broke out on you beautiful--as thick as hops." "But I hate this dahk room," wailed the Little Colonel, "and it's so poky and tiahsome, and I am so hot and I ache all ovah--" Then Betty heard Mrs.Sherman go into the room, and the fretting ceased as her cool hand stroked the hot little forehead, and her voice began a slumber song.

It was the "White Seal's Lullaby." "'Oh, hush thee my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green.'" How often she had read it in her "Jungle Book," but she had no idea how beautiful it was until she heard it as her godmother was singing it.
There was the slow, restful, swinging motion of the waves in that music; the coolness of the deep green seas.

How quickly it took away the fever and the aching, and left the healing of sleep in its wake! "'Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow.
Oh, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee, Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas.'" Betty, in her room across the hall, leaned her head against the window-sill and looked out into the darkness.

There were tears in her eyes.