You can sleep on my shoulder until we get to Albany." "We will go on to New York," said she stiffly, "and leave from there in the morning." "Can't do it," said he.

"Must change at Albany.

You ought to learn to control your temper over these little inconveniences of life.

I've brought a volume of Emerson's essays along and I'll read to you if you don't want to sleep." "I hate to be read aloud to.

Joshua, let's go on to New York.