Leila, go to sleep.

We'll be back here for you by one, or half past." "Look here, Leroy," began Plank, "there's one thing I can't stand for, and that's this continual loss of sleep.

If I go with you I'll not be fit to go to the Pages." "What a farmer you are!" sneered Mortimer.

"I believe you roost on the foot-board of your bed, like a confounded turkey.

Come on! You'd better begin training, you know.