She was thinking of the torn wall-paper, and she did not look her father fully in the eyes.
"Has she been asleep ever since I went ?" inquired Harry, in a whisper.
"Yes, sir." "Poor little girl.

Well, it will be livelier by-and-by for you.

We'll have company, and more going on." Harry then went close to Mrs.
Addix, sitting with her head resting on her shoulder, still snoring with those puffs of heavy breath.

"Mrs.Addix," he said.
Mrs.Addix did not stir; she continued to snore.
"Mrs.Addix!" repeated Harry, in a louder tone, but still the sleeping woman did not stir.
"Good Lord, what a sleeper!" said Harry, still aloud.

Then he shook her violently by the shoulder.