But when he began to look about him again, he noticed that there was a new thing in the room. The governess had left him, and was bending over it. She was doing something very busily indeed. He asked her what it was.
"I'm making your bed," she said.
It was, indeed, a bed, and he felt as he looked at it that there was something very familiar and friendly about the yellow framework and the little brass knobs.
"I brought it up just now," she explained. "But it's not for sleeping in. It's only for you to lie down on, and also partly to deceive Him."
"Why not for sleeping?"
"There's no sleeping at all here," she went on calmly.
"Why not?"
"You can't sleep out of your body," she laughed.
"Why not?" he asked again.