I thought I wouldn't disturb you." Gypsy made a ghastly attempt to answer, but couldn't quite do it.
At the end of another indefinite period Joy opened her eyes under the remarkable impression that Oliver Cromwell was carrying her to the guillotine in a cocoa-nut shell; it was really a very remarkable impression, considering that she had been broad awake ever since she came to bed.

As soon as her eyes were opened she opened her mouth likewise--to gasp out a little scream.

For something very tall and white was sitting on the bedpost with folded arms.
"Why, Gypsy Breynton!" "What ?" "What are you up there for ?" "Got up so's to keep awake.

It's real fun." "Why, how your teeth chatter.

Isn't it cold up there ?" "Ra-ther.