You said so.

Don't you be the one to turn his gleaming armor into common broadcloth--please, please don't." Joan gave a little laugh and a little yawn and stretched herself like a boy and got up.

"Who'd have thought it?
It's half-past twelve, and we're both losing our much needed beauty sleep.

I must really tear myself away." She put her arm around Alice and kissed her.

"The same dear little wise, responsible Alice who would like to put the earth into woolens with a mustard plaster on its chest.