Pardon me if I turn my back on you--I am going to throw my slipper at her." The soft voice of Cecilia--suspiciously drowsy in tone--interposed in the interests of mercy.
"She can't help it, poor thing; and she really isn't loud enough to disturb us." "She won't disturb _you_, at any rate! Rouse yourself, Cecilia.

We are wide awake on this side of the room--and Francine says it's our turn to amuse her." A low murmur, dying away gently in a sigh, was the only answer.

Sweet Cecilia had yielded to the somnolent influences of the supper and the night.

The soft infection of repose seemed to be in some danger of communicating itself to Francine.

Her large mouth opened luxuriously in a long-continued yawn.
"Good-night!" said Emily.
Miss de Sor became wide awake in an instant.
"No," she said positively; "you are quite mistaken if you think I am going to sleep.