Chapter 30 "IT IS ALL OVER, BABY."

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,

Father will come to thee soon,

Rest, rest on mother's breast,

Father will come to thee soon;

Father will come to his babe in the nest,

Silver sails all out of the west

Under the silver moon:

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

Tennyson.

It was on a hot thundery July afternoon