"Oh, let me get into bed quick and dream. Oh, May, I'd go mad to dream to-night."
And soon the rain washed down unheard, where Jenny, lying still as coral, dreamed elusive ardors, ghostly ecstasies.
Chapter XV: Cras Amet
THE next morning sunlight shone in upon Jenny's rose-dyed awakening. Flushed with dreams, she blinked, murmuring in sleepy surprise:
"Oo—er! if it isn't a fine day."
"It's glorious," corroborated May emphatically.
"Oh, it's lovely; let's all wave flags."
"You were a mad thing last night," said May.
"Don't take any notice, dee-ar. I was feeling funnified."
"Opening the window like that and shouting out in your sleep and cuddling me all night long."