2 A.M.
Never was more tactful kindness on shorter acquaintance . Little Miss Flipp undertook to sit by my bed during the early watches of the night , for they could not be persuaded to leave me alone . Her eyes bore evidence of many more sleepless watches , but the poor little thing did not unburden her heart to me . Dawn appeared to relieve her at 2 A.M. , and the engaging child manfully struggled against the sleep that leadened the pretty blue eyes till morning , when grandma , brisk as a cricket , took her turn . At eleven I was interested by the doctor 's entrance . He came on tiptoe , but like a great proportion of male tiptoeing it defeated its intention and made more noise than walking . Bearing down upon grandma , he inquired in a huge whisper , `` How is she ? ''