We must lull him to sleep.

That is our only way to keep Wallie Hine with us.

So that, Sylvia, must be our plan of campaign." The luncheon bell rang as he ended his oration.

He got out of the hammock quickly, as if to prevent discussion of his plan; and the book which he was carrying caught in the netting of the hammock and fell to the ground.
Sylvia could read the title now.

She did read it, hastily, as Garratt Skinner stooped to pick it up.