What Daisy Saw One Wight.

On the bat’s back I do fly
After sunset merrily.
—SHAKESPEARE,

‘ [OME, Miss Daisy, it is bedtime.”
\ ce But Daisy did not want to go to bed—she never
my
did,—it was really remarkable to hear how many good
reasons she could always find for sitting up a little longer.

Although she had been running about all day long, and was
often so sleepy that she was obliged to hold her eyelids up with
her fingers to keep them from shutting, yet she would do anything
rather than go to bed when nurse came for her, and always had
something or other to do before she could possibly go.

Things which she did not at all like doing in the day-time,
such as tidying her toy-cupboard, or learning her geography, or
practising her scales—all of which she had been glad enough to
forget until that moment—suddenly became quite a pledsure to
do when bedtime arrived, and Daisy was sure that it was her
duty to do them before to-morrow morning: and all this only
that she might put off the idea of bed, if only for a few
moments.

One evening she had been allowed, as a great treat, to stay
up much later than usual that she might hear a lady sing, who
was visiting her mother, and was sitting at the drawing-room
piano.

This lady sang such a lovely song! the piece of music had
a bright picture on the back, which made it all the better. The
picture was of a blue sky with the moon shining in it, and bats