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 She sang successfully through three or four verses, only at every verse her head nodded a little lower and her little twinkly eyes closed up—

Pig-wig's head bobbed lower and lower, until she rolled over, a little round ball, fast asleep on the hearth-rug.

Pigling Bland, on tip-toe, covered her up with an antimacassar.