By late morning all three members of Vincent’s family were finding it difficult to keep their eyes open. Of the three of them, Emily seemed to be the liveliest, but even she had almost dozed off in front of the fire while reading.
Corinne had caught herself twice, and Stella, usually so focussed on her needlework, had managed to drop several stitches when her eyelids grew too heavy to concentrate.
Finally, Corinne decided that enough was enough.
“I don’t know what the matter with us is, my little ones, but I think we could all profit from a small nap. What say you both?”
“Mmnn, good idea,” agreed Stella, “I’m fighting a losing battle with sleep here.”
Emily, who often rallied against being forced to still have an afternoon nap at the age of seven, placed her doll on her chair and jump
