" ...]gulp, and begged for more. "No, no," said Leneli, "good old Bello, go now with Fritz and help him drive the goats to the milking-shed, and by and by you shall have your supper." Fritz whistled, and instantly Bello was off like a shot after Nanni, the brown goat, who was already on her way to the garden to eat the young green carrot-tops she saw peeping out of the ground. "It's time that child was in bed," said the cuckoo to himself, and out he came from his little house and called "cuckoo" seven times so reproachfully that Leneli hastened upstairs with the baby and put her down in her crib at once. Baby Roseli did not agree with the cuckoo. She wanted to stay up and play with Bello, and hear the robin sing, but Leneli sat down beside the crib, and while Mother Adolf milked the goats she sang over and over again an old song. "Sleep, baby, sleep Thy father watches the sheep, Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree And down falls a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep " "Sleep, baby, sleep The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, And the silver moon is the shepherdess. ...]."