The strangest things happened to his friends and relations.

His mother, who was reading The Church Family Newspaper, developed two faces and a nose like a post, and Uncle Samuel, who had, in harsh reality, two chins, seemed to be all folds and creases like a balloon when it is shivering down into collapse.

Jeremy fought with these fantasies; the lines on the newspaper doubled and redoubled, vanished and sprang to life again.

He said: "I will not," and, instantly, his head on the soft part of his father's thigh, was asleep.
III In his dreams he was riding on a cloud all pink and gold, and behind came a row of shining, white clouds fluffy like bales of wool wrapped round lighted lanterns.

His cloud rose and fell, rose and fell, and a voice said in his ear: "All is well! All is well! You can go on like this for ever.