Marshall was the next child. He was very tired all the time because he stayed up too late.
I can't wait to go to bed at night, said Mother. Can't understand it, she muttered, why won't he go to bed. I read to him, sing to him, and he still gets up. Oh well, I guess he'll grow out of it. One day he'll most likely be grateful to go to bed like me.
To Be Continued
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