She was touched and proud as she had never been touched and proud in her life before.
Jeremy waited, and then as nothing came his weariness grew upon him.

As the old fat pony jogged along, as the evening colours of street and sky danced before him, sleep came nearer and nearer.
He nodded, recovered, nodded and nodded again.

His body pressed closer to Aunt Amy's, leaned against her.

His head rested upon her shoulder.
After a moment's pause she put her arm round him--so, holding him, she stared, defiantly and crossly, upon the world..