“What a nice dream!” she murmured. “I feel quite warm. I—don’t- -want—to—wake—up.”
Of course it was a dream. She felt as if warm, delightful bedclothes were heaped upon her. She could actually FEEL blankets, and when she put out her hand it touched something exactly like a satin-covered eider-down quilt. She must not awaken from this delight—she must be quite still and make it last.
But she could not—even though she kept her eyes closed tightly,
“What a nice dream!” she murmured. “I feel quite warm. I—don’t- -want—to—wake—up.”
Of course it was a dream. She felt as if warm, delightful bedclothes were heaped upon her. She could actually FEEL blankets, and when she put out her hand it touched something exactly like a satin-covered eider-down quilt. She must not awaken from this delight—she must be quite still and make it last.
But she could not—even though she kept her eyes closed tightly,
