She was singing to her baby about the 'Sandman,' or den lille Ole, as we Danes say.
"It makes my blood run cold to hear him," whispered the Sandman.
"I don't half like it," replied the Sandman, his teeth chattering with apprehension.
"Vith all my 'art," replied the Sandman, searching the clothes of the victim.
"Look 'em over yourself," rejoined the Sandman, pushing the book ...