"I would _like_ you all to be strong and sensible, and to have good nerves, which it would take a good deal to startle, as well as to have what certainly is best of all, plenty of moral courage." "And if Molly is frightened, she certainly couldn't help telling," said Sylvia, laughing.

"She does _so_ pinch whoever is next her." "There was nothing about a dog in the story of the bed we heard," said Molly.

"It was in a book that a boy at school lent Ralph.

I wouldn't ever be frightened if I had Fusser, I don't think.

I do so wish I had asked papa to let him come with us--just _in case_, you know, of the beds having anything funny about them: it would be so comfortable to have Fusser." At this they all laughed, and aunty promised that if Molly felt dissatisfied with the appearance of her bed, she would exchange with her.
And not long after, Sylvia and Molly began to look so sleepy, in spite of their protestations that the dustman's cart was nowhere near _their_ door, that aunty insisted they must be mistaken, _she_ had heard his warning bell ringing some minutes ago.