The Babysitter

The babysitter could barely read the book, this being the wild. For a screaming, squalling baby was on her lap, wailing and stuff. But she was determined to conquer this irritated unhappy little child. She was supposed to let her cry herself to sleep, but she was not tough. She could not stand the wailing, sobbing, anguish of baby. She walked her and rocked her, and she finally fell asleep at her neck. Would she ever be back to babysit? She was not ready to say maybe. But the family came home and paid her four dollars, so she said. What the heck.