There's a board there which always does creak, and I'd hear you trying to remember which it was, the same as _he_ used to----" "I haven't meant to keep you awake, mother." "I've been awake.

When you're getting along like, you don't sleep much, Peter.

Sleep is for dreaming, some of it, and the old don't dream." "You're not to go calling yourself old, mother!" "And me with a son going twenty-three! We weren't so young either when we were married, your father and I ...

but I want you should sleep, Peter, and dream when you can.

You have pleasant dreams, son ?" "Any amount of them." He was going off into one of those bright fantasies of what he should do when he was rich as he meant to be, with which he had so often beguiled Ellen's pain, but she kissed him and sent him to bed again lest Ellen should hear them.
It was not more than a day or two after that the minister's wife caught young Mr.Weatheral walking with his mother in the back pasture with his arm about her, and was slightly shocked by it, for though it was thought highly commendable in him to have paid off the mortgage and managed a silk dress for her and Ellen besides, Bloombury was not habituated to a lively expression of family affection.