Billy Wasn’t Afraid

“I’m not afraid to go to bed,” Billy told the baby-sitter. Mrs. Jones smiled and tucked in the covers.

“But I like to see where I am sleeping,” Billy said.

Mrs. Jones turned on the small night-light.

“And my bear would be warmer if it was under the covers with me,” Billy said.

Mrs. Jones brought the teddy bear to Billy.

“If I had a glass of water near my bed,” Billy said, “I wouldn’t have to bother you in case I got thirsty.”

Mrs. Jones went to the kitchen and brought back a glass of water.

“You must be tired,” Billy said. “Would you like me to read you a story?”

“That would be very nice,” Mrs. Jones said.

Billy read a picture story about Jesus Christ.

“I would read you another story,” Billy said, “but my eyes are getting sleepy.”

“You can read it to me the next time I come,” the baby-sitter said. She kissed him good night.

Billy nodded. He was very, very sleepy. He was also happy that Mrs. Jones knew that he was not afraid to go to bed.