Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow.
"Why did I want it under my pillow ?" he asked.
"You were a little out of your head." Gravely he watched the needle flash to and fro.

He noted the strong white teeth as they snipped the thread.

At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose.
"Do you want it back under the pillow ?" "Hang it over a chair.

Or, better still, put all my clothes in the trunk.

They litter up the room.