"I was fast, fast asleep.

I thought you were Jasmine--Jasmine should have been back long ago.

I have a bad cold, and I was trying to pass the time by going to sleep.

I haven't seen anything, Mr.Dove." "Let me look into your eyes, miss," said Dove; "open them wide, and let me look well into them." "Oh! you frighten me, Mr.Dove," said Daisy, beginning to cry.

"I was very lonely, and I'd have liked you to come up half an hour ago; but you look so queer now, and you speak in such a rough voiced--what is the matter?
Perhaps you were bringing up some of those books for Jasmine.