It’sthewallorsomething。“
Hecamedownfromthechairyawning。
“Jim’snice，“heconfidedtoher。“He’sgoingtotakemerattingoneday！“
“I’mgoing，“Marysaidagain，andwaited。
Jeremycoloured，lookedasthoughhewouldsaysomething，then，insilence，presentedaverygrimycheek。“Good-night，“hesaid，withanairofintenserelief。