Please turn it on at once.

This room is cold." I turned it on, and presently fell asleep again.

I was aroused once more: "Dearie, would you mind moving the crib to your side of the bed?
It is nearer the register." I moved it, but had a collision with the rug and woke up the child.

I dozed off once more, while my wife quieted the sufferer.

But in a little while these words came murmuring remotely through the fog of my drowsiness: "Mortimer, if we only had some goose grease--will you ring ?" I climbed dreamily out, and stepped on a cat, which responded with a protest and would have got a convincing kick for it if a chair had not got it instead.
"Now, Mortimer, why do you want to turn up the gas and wake up the child again ?" "Because I want to see how much I am hurt, Caroline." "Well, look at the chair, too--I have no doubt it is ruined.