Let him be; he is sleeping with the pillow under his neck, as comfortably as a child.

When he began just now to trumpet a little too loud I whistled as loud as a plover, for that often silences a snorer; but I could more easily have made those stone Muses dance than have roused him." "If only we could get him to bed." "Well, if you have four horses at hand." "You are as bad as you ever were!" "A little less so, Selene, only you must become accustomed again to my way of speaking.

This time I only mean that we two together are not strong enough to carry him away." "But what can I do, then?
The doctor said--" "Never mind the doctor.

The complaint your father is suffering from is one I know well.

It will be gone to-morrow, perhaps by sundown, and the only pain it will leave behind, he will feel under his wig.