There was brown bread toast, too; and fried ham and eggs, and moor honey, and Yorkshire tea-cakes.

In the middle of the table Keziah had placed a large punch-bowl, filled with roses.
And all the dogs were on the hearth, and they all had tea with us.
After tea we tried to talk, but were so sleepy that the words died away on our heavy lips.

So we took Keziah's advice and went to bed.
"Keziah has put the chair-bed into my room, Margery dear," said Eleanor.
"I am so glad," said I."I would rather be with you." "Would you like a dog to sleep with you ?" Eleanor politely inquired.

"I shall have Growler inside, and my big boy outside.

Pincher is a nice little fellow; you'd better have Pincher." I took Pincher accordingly, and Pincher took the middle of the bed.
We were just dropping off to sleep when Eleanor said, "If Pincher snores, darling, hit him on the nose." "All right," said I."Good-night." I had begun a confused dream, woven from my late experiences, when Eleanor's voice roused me once more.
"Margery dear, if Growler _should_ get out of my bed and come on to yours, mind you kick him off, or he and Pincher will fight through the bed-clothes." But whether Pincher did snore, or Growler invade our bed, I slept much too soundly to be able to tell..