'What have you been dreaming of?
Wake up, wake up! What's the matter ?' 'The--the matter, Jeremiah ?' gasped Mrs Flintwinch, rolling her eyes.
'Why, Affery, woman--Affery! You have been getting out of bed in your sleep, my dear! I come up, after having fallen asleep myself, below, and find you in your wrapper here, with the nightmare.

Affery, woman,' said Mr Flintwinch, with a friendly grin on his expressive countenance, 'if you ever have a dream of this sort again, it'll be a sign of your being in want of physic.

And I'll give you such a dose, old woman--such a dose!' Mrs Flintwinch thanked him and crept into bed..