First he went to sit on his father's knee, then on mother's, then on nurse's--none of them could keep him still, and nothing seemed to amuse him for long together.
"Come and have a sleep, Master Olly," said nurse.

"You are just tired and hot.

This is a long way for little boys, and we've got ever so far to go yet." "I'm not sleepy, Nana," said Olly, sitting straight up, with a little flushed face and wide-open eyes.

"I'm going to keep awake like father." "Father's going to sleep, then," said Mr.Norton, tucking himself up in a shady corner; "so you go too, Olly, and see which of us can go quickest." When Olly had seen his father's eyes tight shut, and heard him give just one little snore--it was rather a make-believe snore--he did let nurse draw him on to her knee; and very soon the little gipsy creature was fast asleep, with all his brown curls lying like a soft mat over nurse's arm.

Milly, too, shut her eyes and sat very still; she did not mean to go to sleep, but presently she began to think a great many sleepy thoughts: Why did the hedges run so fast?
and why did the telegraph wires go up and down as if they were always making curtsies?
and was that really mother opposite, or was it Cinderella's fairy godmother?
And all of a sudden Milly came bump up against a tall blue mountain that had a face like a man, and cried out when she bumped upon it! "Crewe, I declare," exclaimed father, jumping up with a start.