But there is so little scope for the imagination in an asylum--only just in the other orphans.

It was pretty interesting to imagine things about them--to imagine that perhaps the girl who sat next to you was really the daughter of a belted earl, who had been stolen away from her parents in her infancy by a cruel nurse who died before she could confess.

I used to lie awake at nights and imagine things like that, because I didn't have time in the day.

I guess that's why I'm so thin--I AM dreadful thin, ain't I?
There isn't a pick on my bones.

I do love to imagine I'm nice and plump, with dimples in my elbows." With this Matthew's companion stopped talking, partly because she was out of breath and partly because they had reached the buggy.