Excerpt from Three Little Maids Twelve 0' the clock What's done cannot be undone to bed, to bed, to bed. There was the listening hush of midnight in the house. NO light burned in any Of the rooms, but through the windows, where the blinds were up, a woe-begone struggling moon shone palely. The big bedroom at the front of the house was empty, and the moonbeams lay quiet on the smooth white counterpane Of the canopied bed. Even in so faint a light it was plain to see the room was unused the Chairs and sofa held no heaps of flung-oh clothes, the dressing-table appointments were in the most precise order, the Chill air lay over everything, un broken by the regular fall and rise Of human breath. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.