"Great stuff!" he said, and reaching out and eyes still closed, patting her. "Great stuff, nice old Big Tent!"
"Try to sleep now, Jas. You musta had a spell of craziness! This is awful! Try to sleep. If only you don't get a spell—Sleep—please!"
"You wait! Guy with the collar on wrong side round—he's the one; he's the one!"
"Yes—yes, honey. Try to sleep!"
"I wanna dream I'm Rockefeller. If there's one thing I want to dream, it's Rockefeller."
"Not now—not now—"
"Lemme go to sleep like a king."
"Yes, honey."
"Like a king," I said.
She slid her hand finally into one of the voluminous folds of her dress, withdrawing and placing a rubber-bound roll into his hands.