She closed her eyes as if she were going to sleep.
"Now, mother, you're going to bed", said Dorian.

"You have tired yourself out with this wool picking.

I thought I told you before that I would gather what wool there was." "But you weren't here, and I could not stand to see the wind blowing it away.

See, what a fine lot I got." She opened her bundle and displayed her fleece.
"Well, put it away.

You can't card and spin and knit it tonight." "It will have to be washed first, you foolish boy." Dorian got his mother to bed without further reference to shoes.