"He'll drop off after a while--if he's not too upset.

Then I'll lie down myself in the next room." "Would you like me to sing you that song I learned from my Ayah ?" Mary whispered to Colin.
His hand pulled hers gently and he turned his tired eyes on her appealingly.
"Oh, yes!" he answered.

"It's such a soft song.

I shall go to sleep in a minute." "I will put him to sleep," Mary said to the yawning nurse.

"You can go if you like." "Well," said the nurse, with an attempt at reluctance.