I want to get to bed myself.

I've got to be up at five, and it's past one now." Jessie looked with dismay at the collection of dirty-looking shawls and coats her stepmother was piling on the sofa as "bedclothes," and if she had not been so dead tired, she could never have brought herself to lie down under them.

Visions of her own sweet little room and spotless bed rose before her, and overcame her control.
"Is this your bag ?" "Yes," said Jessie tearfully, a sob rising in her throat.
The woman looked at her with dull interest.

"You'd better keep your feelings to yourself," she said; "there's no time for any here.
Try to go to sleep, and don't think about anything," she added, not unkindly.

"You are overtired to-night, you'll feel better to-morrow." She helped Jessie into her rough bed, and tucked the shawl about her, but she did not kiss her.