It rolled across the front hall. It squeaked and creaked. And it went out of the front door. When the boy went into his room, the little white bed was gone, gone, gone!
The little boy looked at his mother. His mother looked very sad.
The little boy looked at his father. His father looked sad, too.
"It's too bad, son," they said. "You will have no little white bed to sleep in tonight."
But the little boy was happy. He didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't want his bed.
He looked at picture books. He played with Teddy. He wanted to play with Daddy. But Daddy yawned and rose from his big, comfortable chair. He said, "Good night, son. It is late and we want to go to sleep. We're going to put out the light." And Daddy and Mommy went upstairs to their bed. They left the little boy next to the fire.
After they had gone, the little boy began to feel very sleepy. But he didn't have a bed. He didn't know what to do.
The little boy's head began to nod. He put it down on the rug by the fire. It was warm there on the rug.
