But I can't escape from this." "Nor I," said Mrs.Blythe.

"I hate going to bed now.

All my life I've liked going to bed, to have a gay, mad, splendid half-hour of imagining things before sleeping.

Now I imagine them still.

But such different things." "I am rather glad when the time comes to go to bed," said Miss Oliver.
"I like the darkness because I can be myself in it--I needn't smile or talk bravely.