Practice Typing

As if awaked by the stir, Hannah started out of her sleep, hurried to the bed, looked at Beth, felt her hands, listened at her lips, and then, throwing her apron over her head, sat down to rock to and fro, exclaiming, under her breath, The fevers turned, shes sleepin natral, her skins damp, and she breathes easy. Praise be given. Oh, my goodness me.