And Arabella said, "Oh, must we go to bed right now?" And Araminta said, "Oh, must we go to bed right now?" And their papa said, "Yes, indeed; yes, indeed. Good-night, Arabella. Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke of eight." Always, when it was bedtime, their papa and mamma would say, "Good-night, Arabella. Good-night, Araminta." And sometimes they were good, and sometimes they were bad; but they always ran away to bed. And their dear mamma always went with them and tucked them in and kissed them, and then came away downstairs and left them. And sometimes they were good, and sometimes they were bad; but they always went to sleep. But to-night their mamma said, "Run and get your nighties, dears, And get each a flannel gown, And we'll sit and rock you here, Till you go to sleepy-town." And Arabella ran upstairs and got her nighty and her little flannel gown. And Araminta ran upstairs and got her nighty and her little flannel gown. And their mamma undressed Arabella, and their papa undressed Araminta. Arabella's little flannel gown was red, and Araminta's little flannel gown was pink. When they had put them on over their nighties they were just as warm as toast. Arabella's kitty was playing with Araminta's kitty on the rug before the fire. They were rolling and tumbling and chasing each other, and they looked so cunning and sweet. And Arabella's mamma took Arabella on her lap, and Araminta's papa took Araminta on his lap. Arabella said, "Oh, I want my kitty in my lap, mamma!" And Araminta said, "Oh, I want my kitty in my lap, papa!" So they jumped down and caught the kitties. Their mamma rocked Arabella, and their papa rocked Araminta; and they sang to them, "Now a nice little rock, And never mind the clock, Now a nice little rock, And never mind the clock!" And they sang it over, and over, and over. "Now a nice little rock, And never mind the clock, Now a nice little rock, And never mind the clock!" And Arabella cuddled in her mamma's arms, and hugged her little kitty close; and Araminta cuddled in her papa's arms, and hugged her little kitty close. And their mamma sang, and their papa sang, "Now she goes to sleepy-town, sleepy-town, sleepy-town; Cuddled in her little gown, here she goes to sleepy-town." And they sang it over, and over, and over. "Now she goes to sleepy-town, sleepy-town, sleepy-town; Cuddled in her little gown, here she goes to sleepy-town." And very soon Arabella could only just hear her mamma singing, and very soon Araminta could only just hear her papa singing, "Sleepy-town, sleepy-town." And soon they couldn't hear them at all. They were sound asleep! And their mamma looked at their papa, and said, "Our precious little dears are both sound asleep." And their papa said, "Yes, our little pets have both reached sleepy-town."