"They're cold!" screeched Sara, "they want beds like anything!"
"There'll be no end to this," warned Laurie.
"They've got to be covered up! They'll catch cold and die!" screamed Sara. There had rushed over Sara one of her impassioned and irresistible desires. These desires would come swiftly and engulf Sara, leaving her deaf to the pleadings of common sense, deaf to reason. Some of the things she wanted you could understand; others one failed to fathom. The only thing concerning which one could be sure was the reality of these desires in Sara's heart.
"Of course I could sit down and wait till midnight if need be," came the voice of the sensible Laurie.
Sara was rapidly covering up pieces of furniture.
"You give Sara the rein, Mis' Marcey, and she won't take an ell, she'll take a square mile and a half, she will!"
"They've got to be put to bed," screamed Sara in her tense, possessed voice.
"You're through now, Sara," said Alice.
"There's just one more thing," Sara insisted, "one more thing; it's got to be put to bed! It's got to be made warm! It's got to go to sleep!"
From beneath the bed she fished out a mechanical toy.
"This'll happen night after night," warned Laurie. "There'll come times when Sara won't get to bed at all, not before morning!"
Sara had rifled the waste-paper basket of a newspaper and made a large, warm-looking bundle. Now she sighed with relief.
"They're all done up for the night," she said. She surveyed her work proudly.
Ranged almost the whole length of the nursery floor was a foundling asylum of Kewpies and a long string
