"I suppose I may do that, mayn't I ?" "Mercy, I don't rock him at all, Aunt Hannah," exclaimed Billy.
"Nor sing to him ?" "Certainly not." "But you did--before I went away.

I remember that you did." "Yes, I know I did," admitted Billy, "and I had an awful time, too.
Some evenings, every single one of us, even to Uncle William, had to try before we could get him off to sleep.

But that was before I got my 'Efficiency of Mother and Child,' or my 'Scientific Training,' and, oh, lots of others.

You see, I didn't know a thing then, and I loved to rock him, so I did it--though the nurse said it wasn't good for him; but I didn't believe _her_.

I've had an awful time changing; but I've done it.
I just put him in his little crib, or his carriage, and after a while he goes to sleep.