"I wish I were like Cinders.

He can sleep in any position.

It must be so convenient." "Will you, then, lean on my shoulder ?" Bertrand suggested, with a touch of diffidence.
She accepted the offer with alacrity.

"Oh, yes, if you don't mind.

It would be better than nodding one's head off, as if one were in church, wouldn't it?
But what of you?
Aren't you sleepy at all ?" "I have no desire to sleep," he told her gravely.
"Haven't you ?" Chris's head descended promptly upon his shoulder.