It was a very plump pillow, evidently filled with the "best feathers," but compared with the bed it was as a rock in an ocean.
"Now," he said gravely, "you are safe, for the present.

You are on an island; but be very careful not to slide off for if you do I may never be able to look at your tongue." The child's hands grasped the island convulsively.
"Don't hold on like that," he warned.

"You might tip." He leaned close so that she might see the smile in his eyes, "And if you tipped ..." The child gave a sudden delighted giggle.

"I'd go right in over my head, wouldn't I ?" "Yes.

And next time you were rescued you might feel more inclined to tell your aunt what you had been eating before you became ill." Ann stopped giggling.
"You don't need to tell _me_," went on the doctor, "because I know!" "How d'ye know ?" "Magic.