He told them to take it off and keep me out in the fresh air.

I hate fresh air and I don't want to go out." "I didn't when first I came here," said Mary.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that ?" "Because of the dreams that are so real," he answered rather fretfully.
"Sometimes when I open my eyes I don't believe I'm awake." "We're both awake," said Mary.

She glanced round the room with its high ceiling and shadowy corners and dim fire-light.

"It looks quite like a dream, and it's the middle of the night, and everybody in the house is asleep--everybody but us.