You ease every muscle, sink limply on your chair, lean on the table, let go all over, and don't think.

Just listen to me.

I assure you it's going to be perfectly lovely." Watching intently he saw the strained muscles relaxing at his suggestion and caught the smile over the last words as he slid into a soft whistle.
It was an easy, slow, old-fashioned tune, carrying along gently, with neither heights nor depths, just monotonous, sleepy, soothing notes, that went on and on with a little ripple of change at times, only to return to the theme, until at last the Girl lifted her head.
"It's away past ten minutes," she said, "but that was a real rest.
Truly, I am better prepared for work." "Broke the rule, too!" said the Harvester.

"It was, for me to say when time was up.

Can't you allow me to have my way for ten minutes ?" "I am so anxious to see and draw this moth," she answered.