Everything has been seeming as if it were a dream--everything--myself--everybody--even you--_you_!" And the small hand clutched her hard.
A large lump climbed into Dowie's throat but she managed it bravely.
"It's no use telling people they're thin," she answered with stout good cheer.

"It doesn't help to put flesh on them.

And there are a good many young ladies working themselves thin in these days.

You're just one of them that's going to be taken care of.

I'm not a dream, Miss Robin, my dear.