He always detested that he should be cuddled, and he would press first with one leg, then with another, against Jeremy's coat; then he would lie dead for a moment, suddenly springing, with his head up, in the hope that the surprise would free him; then he would turn into a snake, twisting his body under Jeremy's arm, and dropping with a flop on to the floor.

All these manoeuvres to-day availed him nothing; Jeremy held his neck in a vice, and dug his fingers well into the skin.

Hamlet whined, then lay still, and, in the midst of indignant reflections against the imbecile tyrannies of man, fell, to his own surprise, asleep.
Jeremy sat there whilst the dusk fell and all the beautiful lights were drawn from the sky and the rooks went to bed.

Rose came to draw the curtains, and then he left his window-seat, dragged out his toy village and pretended to play with it.

He looked at his sisters.