His head sank back a little more and his elbow found a soft place in the turf.
The boy, with his half-closed eyes and pale face, was not alone as he lay there among the bushes.

Little neighbors came and looked at the newcomer.
A hare gazed solemnly at him for a moment or two, and then hopped solemnly away.

A bluebird flew down to the very tip of a bough, surveyed him at leisure, and then flew off in search of food.

Neither hare nor bird was scared.

Tiny creeping things scuttled through the grass, but the boy did not move, and they scuttled on undisturbed.
Paul was just sinking away into a pleasant unknown land when a shout brought him back to earth.