"I'm going to deliver it myself; then I shall know it is delivered."
"D'you know, I half suspected all along you meant to do that. You oughtn't really to put yourself to so much trouble. I don't know how to thank you. I don't, really!"
"It's no trouble at all. It's on my way home."
"You're just going home, then? You must be very tired."
"Oh, no! I sleep in the daytime."
"Well, I hope you'll have a good day's rest." A laugh.
"And I hope now I've wakened you you won't turn over and go to sleep again." Another laugh, from the same end.
"No fear! I'm up now."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm up. Out of bed." A laugh from the Clifford Street end.